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itisannak · 3 years

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Car Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke and (Y/N), both college students, living with their parents, have to get creative to find some alone time. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Penetrative Sex / Public Sex / Creampie) (Words: 5.4k) (Request)

"Be back by 11:30." My dad shouts as I run down the stairs, heading to the door. "The movie ends at 12." I remind him, sighing over how strict he becomes when he knows I am going out with Luke. "12 it is then." He replies, peeking at me from his armchair. "I don't have classes tomorrow... And teleportation had yet to be invented last time I checked." I point out, crossing my arms before my chest. "Smarty-pants. If he brings you home a minute after 12:30, you are grounded." My dad tries to sound tough, but he is a big softie. I rush to him, leaving a peck on his cheek before strutting out of the door.

Luke has been waiting long enough in the car, longer than I would have the patience to wait for someone without pressing my hand on the horn. I did not expect to see him inside the parked pick-up park, but here I am, opening the passenger door to join him inside. "Wow, that is a first..." I comment, pressing my lips together to stop my laughter as soon as I am in. I just picture him as a hillibilly, chewing on a hay straw, and the mental image is enough to make me double over in laughter. "Shut up. My brother lent me it for the night." He explains, pulling out of the driveway. "Why does your brother have a truck?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt to fasten myself. "He works in constructions." He replies, turning his head for a quick peck on my forehead. "Right." I mumble. "What time does your curfew start?" He asks me, shifting the gears. "I have to be home at 12.30, not a minute later. It still fucks me up that I still have a curfew at 19 and you don't." I groan, crossing my arms. Luke shrugs, having a charming little smirk decorating his lips. "My parents had enough of setting rules for disobeying teenagers with my brothers, so I guess I had it easy, they never bothered placing one." He comments as I prop my elbow against the window's frame, supporting my head as I look at him. "There is no way your mother is that elastic with you. I had chills every time I walked into her class in high school." I really do exasperate, earning a laugh from Luke. I love it when he laughs; his face brightens up, and his dimples make him really irresistible, along with the crinkles around his eyes. I reach over, stroking a messy curl with my fingers, before pushing it off his forehead. "She is much chiller when you get to know her." He replies, resting his hand on my thigh. "I guess you are right." I sigh, feeling jittery at the way he touches me. "Pity I will have to take you home straight after the movie. I was hoping for some more time with you." He says in a low voice, almost like he fears getting heard. "It has been too long since the last time we had more time together." I reply. It would be a lie if I said I am not actively craving him. I still dream of his touch, the way he kissed me last time, the way he moved against me. "To be clear, I am talking about having sex." He explains and I chuckle, throwing my head back. "I am talking about having sex too, Luke." I reply, making him hum, pleased by my response. "We gotta do something about the housing situation." He sounds determined, which is just hilarious at this point. "Well, we are broke, college students who can only afford to live with their parents. I don't know if there is much we can do about it at this point." I reply, while his hand squeezes my inner thigh. "I am just... I just need more of you." He groans and I hum, feeling my stomach tighten at his words. "Can we talk about the movie? This is becoming... A little too intense for me." I bite my bottom lip, running my fingers through my hair. "Of course. They are showing the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He states, letting his touch linger for a little longer before he removes his hand. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. It is hard for me to take my mind off Luke being inside me, kissing me, touching me, even with the prospect of watching a movie about cannibalistic psychopaths. "Why do you always pick horror movies for date night?" I groan, nudging his shoulder. "Because you always leave me in charge. And because the gore is the only thing stopping me from fantasizing about you." He replies, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You fantasize about me?" I ask, feeling the tingly sensation making its way back. "All the time. My thoughts are just a never-ending movie of things I want to do with you... of things I want to do to you. And I am just trying to find ways to just pause that movie for a while." He admits. "Is the movie playing right now?" I ask, flushing as I wait for him to tell me. "You wanna know?" He asks and I nod at him, knowing my eyes are glistening with excitement. "Right now it shows the scene where it is Sunday morning, and we have just woken up, naked in bed. And I am just taking you in, in all your glory." He replies. "You are definitely giving me the PG-13 version right now." I point out and he shrugs. "I am keeping some of the good stuff for a little later." He winks at me, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek.

We purchase some popcorn and sodas from the drive-through kiosk before Luke finds the spot we are supposed to park. The back of the pick-up truck is facing the screen, which means we will have to get out of the car and climb onto the back. "I really want to see you try to get in the back, wearing that dress." Luke comments, picking up the snacks and getting out of the car. "I know you want to peek under my skirt, but gosh, don't be so obvious about it." I chuckle, hopping off the car. Luke waits for me in the back of the truck, holding his connected palms low, so I can step on them and go up the cargo bed. "You are a true gentleman..." I comment, leaving a peck on his cheek, before I step on his hands and he boosts me up. "Need help?" I ask him once I land just right. "I got it. Lay the blanket I have in there. And move the snacks, I don't want to knock them." He instructs, stepping onto the rim under the taillights. I hold the snacks tight as he steps in, dusting himself off. "This is actually nice." I admit, laying one of the blankets for us. "See? That will teach you not to laugh at me before you see my intentions." He comments, sitting down on the blanket, with his back against the divider. "You should be happy I am laughing. It means you make me happy." I reply and he hums. I take a seat between his thighs, leaning my head back on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his neck for a soft peck. "I promise to hold you tight at the scary parts." I whisper, knowing that I will spend the entirety of this movie with my face buried in his chest. "I will hold you up to that." He chuckles, leaving a peck on my forehead.

The night chill proves I am a fool for wearing a frilly little dress for the night screening. But luckily, Luke has predicted that and has brought a second blanket along, which now is covering our laps. "You look mighty cute in the cinema lights." Luke whispers, stroking my hair softly. "You are supposed to be focusing on the movie, not me." I laugh, trying to keep my voice low so I don't bother the rest of the viewers. "You are far more interesting than any movie." He replies, turning my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I smile against his lips, parting my mouth so he can slip his tongue past my lips. His hand softly grazes my face, and I then decide to turn around and straddle his lap. "You can't do that to me." He groans, throwing his head back. That gives me access to his neck, which I take advantage of and trail with kisses. "Why not?" I ask, pouting at him. "(Y/N), please... This is torturing. It has been too long since we had sex. I am craving you, and this is not helping me." He replies, while my hands move to his hair. "I am craving you too. I need you." I whine, earning a sigh. "I need you too. But we don't have the time nor the place to do that." He replies, and I shake my head. "What about right here, right now?" I ask, making him tilt his head and look at me, with eyes glazed in excitement. "You mean...?" "Who's going to see us? And don't say the movie is more interesting than me..." "Fuck the movie." He groans, bringing his hand to trace my thigh, stopping on the hem of my dress. "I'd rather you fuck me." I reply, earning a smirk from him. "This is risky." He comments and I shrug. "You love it, don't you?" I ask and he hums. He throws the lap blanket aside, laying me with my back on the blanket laid on the floor of the cargo bed. "You will have to be very quiet..." He states, stroking my cheek softly. "You are the one to talk..." I mumble before he leans down to kiss me.

He clumsily fumbles with the lap blanket, covering us for a mock discreteness, even though we both know a blanket will do nothing. He roams his hands from my face to my sides and then retires them on my thigh. I prop my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. "You are so soft." He moans against my mouth, squeezing my thigh softly. My lips curl into a smile, feeling goosebumps crawl onto my skin. "Oh shit." He groans, making me look at him with a furrow on my brow. "What? What happened?" I ask, watching as his face twists in frustration. "Condoms are in the glove compartment. I have to go back in the car." He groans, throwing his head back. "It is ok... We don't need one." I state, feeling my core becoming warm at the thought of him sliding inside me bare. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod. "It is not a risky day. I need you." I almost beg, causing him to chuckle at me, as his hands work his pants to free his cock. "I will just... Push your panties aside... No one will know what we are doing." He mutters, spreading my legs more, propping them around his waist. Blindly and clumsily, he tries to line up his tip to my entrance. The only lights come from the light poles around the parking space, and of course, the projector playing the movie, so there is almost only darkness surrounding us. Luke finally manages to slip inside me, moving slowly so the car doesn't rattle and bring any suspicion on us. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers by my ear, planting a peck on my earlobe. He buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my skin as he begins rocking his hips on mine. It takes me a moment to get my mind off the catastrophic thought that we are going to get caught, but the moment the first moan slips from his lips, I feel chills crawl down my spine. "Oh, God." I mumble, finally feeling his cock stretching me, with each thrust making me wetter and wetter. "Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?" He playfully reminds me, passing his tongue over the spot he was sucking on a second ago. "Buzzkiller." I whisper, but it soon turns into a gasp as he thrusts his whole cock inside me, making me pulse around him. I have to bring my hand to my mouth as Luke backs out and thrusts in again, this time with more force than before. I bite onto my palm, preventing myself from making a sound as Luke tries to find a rhythm for us. We both know this cannot last as long as the last time did; in contrast to the time we stayed up all night fucking, we will now have to be done in less than 10 minutes. "The way you take my cock is going to be the death of me." He mumbles as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to find an angle for his cock to hit my spot. Luke groans softly, placing a hand under the small of my back to support me. "We are fucking under the stars." I giggle softly, squeezing myself around him. "I am going to find us a house, I promise you that." He slams his hips on mine, making the car move a little. "Careful." I groan, but the way he is rocking his hips on mine makes my mind fuzzy around the edges. We have to pray the people around us are too focused on the movie, or else we are putting on a show for them. Luke brings on hand from under my back to my cheek, touching it softly. "You feel so good around me, baby." He says raspily as I move my hips in a soft circle. The top of his cock brushes against my clit and I feel myself tighten around him. I muffle a whimper, closing my eyes tightly to focus on anything else but the way he feels inside me. "I can feel you here." I grab his hand and let it press on my lower stomach, right at the nook where I feel the impact of his thrusts. Luke strokes his thumb over that spot, giving me a slow, deep thrust, looking mesmerized by the way my stomach inflates and falls as he fucks me. His hand travels under my dress, heading straight to my breasts, cupping them and stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I whimper and shudder, bucking my hips against his and taking his cock more inside me. "You are going to fuck yourself on my cock, princess?" He asks cockily, pinching my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it sadistically slow. "Will you fill me up, daddy?" I ask him back; two can play this game. I can see his eyes sparkle at my question, even in the dark night. "Shit, (Y/N)... I am going to cum..." Luke groans by my ear, making me tighten around him in surprise. "Cum, please. I want to feel all of you inside me..." I groan, my mind becoming clouded by my need for him. "But you are not there yet..." Luke protests. "You have a mouth, don't you?" I ask him, heaving for breath. Luke chuckles and looks at me amused, before slamming his hips on mine, pinning me down to ravage me. Luke brings his face to my neck, muffling himself by biting onto my skin. I gasp in shock, the slight sting of pain sending waves of electricity down my body. "I am going to fucking wreck you... I am going to fucking ruin you for everyone else. You are mine... Just mine. " He groans, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, hissing as he reaches his high. It takes him a moment of grunting and breathing funny before he cups my face and kisses me harshly. "I am going to make you feel good, princess. I promise." His voice is still heavy and groggy from his orgasm, and he sounds so chillingly sexy, contrasting the loud chainsaw buzzing that goes off every couple of minutes in the movie.

He parts from my lips and slides down my body, spreading my legs more and fixing himself between my thighs. He traces my slit softly, watching me as I still pulse from the loss of contact. He uses his fingers to part my lips, revealing my entrance and my clit to him. He wastes no time lapping up his tongue on my sex, moaning as he tastes us mixing together. I smile to myself and look up at the night sky, taking in the pretty little stars as Luke curls his tongue on my entrance, gathering the pooling wetness and his cum on the tip of his tongue. He brings the tip to my clit, teasing it in slow, agonizing circles, making me jolt at every single one of them. Once he sees I am teased to a sufficient level for his liking, he wraps his lips around my clit, suckling on it hungrily. My breath gets caught in my lungs and I am baffling between bringing my hand to my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping or tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks, and guiding his mouth where I need him. "Luke..." I whine, messing my fingers in his hair, contrasting the intensity that courses through my body with the softness of his curls. Luke hums in approval, flicking his tongue against the head of my clit. I press my lips together and roll my hips in the air as my orgasm explodes inside me, spreading on my body. I try my hardest not to make a sound, nor move too much that the car squeaks. Luke moves up from between my thighs after he fixes my panties over my core. He leans in, kissing my lips softly. I realize that I have been smiling since I hit my orgasm, but only after Luke mimics my smirk. "I am going to find us a house." He announces again, tracing his hand softly over my cheek. "Yeah, we need one." I agree, moving my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting us together. "Do you think anyone saw us?" Luke asks, rolling next to me. I fix my head upon his chest, letting myself hear his heartbeat. "As long as we do not end up on a pornsite, I am not that mad if they did." I reply and he chuckles. "Kinky... I like that about you." "You like what about me?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "You are always up for testing your limits." He replies and I hum. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." He sighs, pecking at the top of my head. "I think my dad will neuter you if you show up at my house for a sleepover. And your mom will probably bound me in your basement and torture me for seducing her benjamin." I giggle and he scoffs. "My mom is not a monster." Luke protests playfully. "I don't know. Her nickname was Charybdis in high school." I mumble and he punches my arm playfully.

"Will you call me before bed?" Luke asks me as he parks in front of my house. "Do you want me to?" I ask him, undoing my seatbelt. "Since I can't sleep with you tonight, at least I would like us to do it over facetime." He shrugs, tapping the tip of my nose softly. "I will certainly facetime you then. I will see you on Tuesday, won't I?" I ask and he nods. "Ok then. Talk to you in a bit." I bite my lip before I lean in to plant a soft peck on his lips. He waits until I am inside the house to take off, which brings a smile to my face. He cares a lot and he is really protective, without crossing any boundaries. "Did you have fun at the movies?" My dad asks, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He has stayed exactly where I left him, which is a little creepy. "You scared the shit out of me, dad." I gasp, touching my chest and feeling my heart pounding. "We saw the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not really my style, but it was ok." I reply and he hums. "If you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, I will know who to blame." He goes back to watching TV. It is not a secret that my dad does not really like Luke; he thinks of him as a devil in the disguise of an angel. "Goodnight dad." I run up the stairs to take off my makeup and get ready for my night call with Luke.

I tap my fingers nervously as I wait for Luke to pick me up. We are supposed to head for a dinner date, but I am not sure we will go through with it. Luke's car pulls up in front of me, and I rush inside, earning a look of surprise from him. "I was ready to wait for you at least 15 more minutes." Luke chuckles, helping me with my seatbelt. "Can you find a space somewhere a bit private?" I ask him, earning a hum from him. "I will be happy to..." He starts the car, aloof to my jitters.

Luke parks behind an elementary school, which seems abandoned for the day, before he undoes his seatbelt and turns to look at me. "It will do for now, don't you think?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "We need to talk." I state, making his face drop. "Oh. That sounds a little ominous." He replies and I nod my head. "I am late." I just let it out, dropping the bomb on his lap now. "Late for what? Do you have to be somewhere before our date?" He asks. I roll my eyes and rest my head back on my seat. "Luke..." I sigh. "What?" He asks, frustrated over my reaction. "My period is late. I might be pregnant." I explain and he looks at me dumbfounded. "Are you sure?" He manages to utter after a second of just staring. "My tracker says I am a week late. And I am never late, not this long. I am freaking out." I sniffle, my hands bunching up my cardigan. Luke stays silent, starting the car again. I feel awful in this silence but I understand he needs time to process it. It took me two days to swallow this, he deserves at least a couple of minutes to even begin thinking about it. It itches me on the inside to just ask him to say anything, but I decide to control myself. Without a word, he parks the car in front of a pharmacy and exits the car. It would make more sense for him to slam the door on the way out, but he didn't. I cannot find a way to translate his coldness and it pains me to sit here without a clue. He is gone for a little over 10 minutes but it felt a century to me. I don't dare ask him what he bought, so the car sinks in silence again.

The next stop is at a totally strange house to me. Luke helps me undo the seatbelt, still silent, and motions me to follow him. He unlocks the door to an apartment, letting me go in first. "What is this place?" I finally have the courage to ask once we enter the poorly furnished place. "I told you I would find us an apartment. I wanted to tell you at dinner, but I guess..." He replies, handing me the paper bag from the pharmacy. "Is it what I think it is?" I ask and he nods. "Luke, I am scared." I admit and he sighs. He wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips softly on my forehead. "I am too. But we need to face our fear. Or it will catch upon us." He replies, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Come on. I will be right outside." He guides me to the small bathroom, giving me a small smile before I shut the door. It is such a lonely process doing this. I know Luke is waiting for me, I know that he is here for me, right outside the door that divides us, but I feel so alone. It is nerve-wracking, having to wait even a moment for the test that will define the rest of my relationship with Luke. There is a soft knock on the door, Luke's knuckles must barely even touch the wooden furniture. "Did you do it?" He asks nervously, but not demandingly. "I am waiting for the result." I sniffle. "Would you like me to come in and wait with you?" He asks. "No. I will be out in a minute..." I am too upset myself to have Luke's nervousness right now. "Ok, love." He sighs, giving up. I know he is trying to comfort me and this is the best way he can think of doing so, but it is just... I don't know if it is too much or too little.

The timer goes off and I know that I have to face the little plastic stick at last. It is so stupid that I am terrified by a piece of plastic, but I feel a tug at my heartstrings just at the thought of what the result might be. I peek at it, finding the word 'PREGNANT' on the little digital screen. Fuck. "Can I come in?" Luke asks. He must have heard the timer too so he knows the test has shown a result. I am too emotional to answer him, all I want to do is cry. How did that happen? Fuck, why did it happen now? We were always careful and we barely ever had a place to be just the two of us. God, that night at the drive-in... I was stupid enough to tell him it didn't matter going bare. Luke barges into the bathroom after my lack of response, his eyes instantly falling on me. He sighs understandingly, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok... It's all ok, love. Please, stop crying." He tries to soothe me, but it will take more than a hug and his soft voice to calm me down. "I've ruined both our futures..." I moan, my voice barely coming off. "No, no, you didn't. It is my fault too. Hey, we are going to be alright. She's gonna be apples, you'll see." He cheers, rubbing the small of my back soothingly.

My obstetrician could only see me 2 days after I took the test. Despite me wanting to rush to the first person with an available appointment, Luke told me that 2 days wouldn't hurt and we should go to the one I trust. And now as I am feeling in the form of family history and reason of the visit, Luke is sitting next to me, almost completely unfazed, as if his life is not about to tumble down. "How can you be so calm?" I ask him, annoyed by how cool he seems. "I am not." He replies, not even turning to look at me. "You are. You are awfully calm and cool for someone who is going to be a father before he finishes college." I whisper the last part, even though it is just us in the waiting room. I have been tiptoeing around admitting my pregnancy, not even daring to say it to myself out loud. "You think I am not panicking? You think I am not about to have a nervous breakdown? But I have to keep calm and be here for you. You are a mess, (Y/N)." He says through gritted teeth. "Well, I am sorry this is too much for me. I will try my hardest not to let my mess affect you." I snap, moving to a chair away from him. "I didn't mean it that way..." He protests and I hum, scribbling on the form fast.

The doctor calls me in her office, finally ready to exam me. Luke follows suit, asking her if it is ok to join us too. "Is it ok with you, (Y/N)?" She turns to me. "I really couldn't care less." I mumble, climbing onto the exam bed. Luke walks in, standing in the corner of the room awkwardly. "I will need you to take your jeans and underwear off for this." She instructs me and I nod. "Your urine sample gave us a positive pregnancy test, so I will have to go transvaginally to see the fetus. We have done this in the past, but you will feel slight discomfort when I enter the prob." She states, prepping the little wand. I feel as if I want to throw up, this ordeal has been stressing me out a lot. "Ok. Are you ready?" She asks as I lay on my back. I nod my head and take a deep breath, boosting myself for the exam. Pushing past the initial discomfort, I turn to look at my doctor as she looks at the screen with a frown. "Do you have any symptoms?" She asks me, looking at the ultrasound carefully. "No, other than my period being late, no." I reply and she hums. "You took a home test?" "Yes, it came back positive. Is everything ok?" I ask her. "Well, you are not pregnant. But you have a positive home test and a urine stip test. So my guess is there is proteinuria and that is why we had 2 false positives. I will order you a lab work for that, just to rule things out, but I think it might be stress-related." She replies. "I am not pregnant?" I ask, my heart skipping in relief. "You are not." She replies. "Are you sure?" Luke asks for the first time since the exam started. "I am very certain you are not expecting. Based on your reactions I will say congratulations, you are not pregnant." She chuckles, handing me a couple of tissues to clean up. "I will leave you to get dressed and go order the lab test. You can pick it up from my receptionist." She smiles at us before she leaves the room.

After the doctor's visit, I was craving ice cream, so Luke drove me to my favorite place for a strawberry soft serve. Since our date night was canceled from my pregnancy scare, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take a stroll at the park. He holds my hand in his as we both lick our ice cream as if the last couple of days didn't happen. "We are not having sex again without a condom." I lean my head on his shoulder as he hums in agreement. "That is certain." He adds. "I am sorry I was so... messy the last couple of days." I apologize and he shrugs. "It is one of the things I love about you." He brings my hand to his lips, pecking it lightly. "For what is worth, you were an excellent partner and you handled this scare probably the best way possible." I comment and he sighs. "I was scared beyond words. We are too young to become parents." "I agree. We barely have a place to be alone..." I point out. "Well, we do have it, though." He says, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "I really liked the space, from what I remember seeing..." "I am glad you did. Cause I plan on spending a lot of time in it with you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel my face get hot. "We never learn, do we?" I chuckle and he shrugs. "I think we learned our lesson." He takes a long lick of his dessert.

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fuckingplaidpants · 4 years

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Lemme Show You - M.C

- Michael teaches is roommate how to masturbate

Notes: smut, soft and fluffy, fingering

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The awkward topic of masturbation had been brought up - well for Eve it was awkward.

The tiny shy girl at 21 years of age had never touched herself. She'd had sex only twice and twice was enough to turn her off it. The 2 different asshole of boyfriends used her for her cute petite body rather than actually liking her and having feelings for her.

Eve has roomed with her best friend michael for 3 years now and they were never afraid to talk about anything. Michael was the only person she truely felt comfortable with and could trust.

However, masturbation and sex was never something Eve brought up in conversation, especially if it was about herself.

She was embarrassed to even think she was scared of having any kind of sexual interaction, even with herself. She thought at 21 she would have 'grown up' and found the joy and pleasure within sexual intimacy.

But every time it crosses her mind she cringes at the horrible sex experiences she endured. She also partially blames the fact her mother was never very open with her and never told her all the wonders about puberty or periods or anything to do with her own womanly parts. Eve had to discover it all for her herself.

And now currently, as she sat cross legged in the middle of Michael's bed with flushed red cheeks and clammy hands as he decided to ask the questions he was always curious about but never asked as he didn't want to intrude Eve's privacy.

She hesitantly told him she had lost her virginity which lead her to say that she didn't like it and only did It one time after that and never again.

Michael was shocked at this but what shocked him even more was when she whispered out that she'd never masturbated and didn't know how to. She barely knew the anatomy of the vagina in the first place.

The poor girl was truely missing out on what a wonderful and completely healthy thing masturbation is.

"Lemme teach you then." He nonchalantly suggests as he hangs up his clothes in the wardrobe.

Eve chokes on her own saliva, very taken back at Mike's offer.

"W-what." She nervously laughs and swallows quickly.

Yes she was timid with this kind of stuff but in the back of her mind, she always wondered how it would feel if it was done properly and what an orgasm actually felt like.

"I'm serious," he turns around from hanging his clothes up with no immature smirk or grin on his face. He was dead serious. "I will gladly help you out. Masturbation is so normal and it doesn't have to be weird. I won't think of you any differently." He maturely says.

"I-I uh Michael I dunno I mean- I maybe-"

Michael abandons his task, taking his full attention to Eve as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"My mums a gynaecologist, I've stumbled across her study books before and I happen to know a few things," He smiles softly trying to ease Eve's obvious nerves. "It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into is but I'm telling you now, you're missing out."

"W-what would you uh d-do?" She whispers, toying with the delicate ring on her finger

"I'll show you nice and slowly. I'll be so gentle and I will stop at anytime you want me to." He strokes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you say?"

She knows deep down she wants it. She's curious and what better opportunity to do it with the person she trusts the most.

"Y-yeah ok." She squeaks.

"Yeah?" His face lights up slightly. "Well come down here, I want you to be able to watch what I'm doing." He takes her trembling hand and leads her to his full length mirror.

"M'gonna watch?" She gulps, not used to this at all.

"Mhm. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror like that before?" Michael asks as he places a towel down on the carpet

She shakes her head no. She was not aware of what she looked like down there.

He reassures her that that's totally ok, sitting her down on the towel so she was looking at herself in the mirror.

"You're so pretty," he takes a seat behind her, pulling her back so she sat between his open legs.

"Thank you." She blushes profusely as Michael gets her to lean back into his chest.

To get her comfortable with his touch, he runs his finger tips down her neck and lets them go down her arms. Goosebumps arise on the surface and he makes sure to ask if she ok with this in which she sighs with a nod.

His lips press to her shoulder, heating up the area as he lets his hands travel over her clothed torso, feeling her curves.

Having never been touched so sensually, she was squirming within minutes with parted lips and breaths becoming deeper. Especially as his lips gently kiss the side of her neck.

He hooks his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up.

"I'm not wearing a bra is that ok?" She panics slightly.

"Of course, I'm not here to judge you." His lips brush the shell of her ear.

Her arms rise in the air as he pulls the fabric over her head, letting her perky breasts free from the years of confinement. Years of being deprived of the attention they deserved.

She watches Michael's face in the mirror, hoping for some kind of approval. He honestly cannot take his eyes off them. He simply cannot believe she's been hiding such cute tits away.

He lets his hands start on her shoulders, running slowly down over her collarbones and further down her chest. They brush over her nipples making her gasp softly as they harden.

She watches his hands knead them firmly and absolutely is mesmerised but the sight. Her hips begin to slowly rock as she begins to feel something she's only felt a few times but never really understood why.

"Can I?" He questions as he tugs in the hem of her skirt.

"Y-yes." She breathes, becoming needy and doesn't know why or how to react.

He rolls it up, displaying her underwear. "M'gonna touch you, ok?" He says, letting his chin rest upon her shoulder so that he could watch down at his hand slide over her clothed heat.

She gasps again at the sudden feeling that was hard to describe. His finger tips glide over her underwear, drawing light circles over where her clit was.

"Oh my god." She breaths, quite shocked. "That feels really good right there."

He chuckles lightly at how sensitive she is to be having her breathless with just lightly touching over her underwear. He knows he has to be very gentle.

"Yeah? I'm going to slide them off now" He watches her, watching him work his hands in the mirror.

"O-okay."

She lifts her bum for him to remove her underwear and skirt, tugging them off her feet and placing them to the side.

She closes her legs and timidly glances up to Michael in the mirror.

"It's ok, I'm not here to judge you or hurt you." He strokes her hair making her relax back into his chest.

He softly parts her silky smooth thighs to reveal her pretty pink pussy, wet and untouched.

"Please be careful Michael." She whimpers.

"I'm going to be so gentle ok? You tell me if you want me to stop. Here, put your hand on top of mine so you can stop me at any point." He places her small hand over his.

It runs down the in side of her thigh, reaching the outer lips of her pussy, carefully spreading them open.

Michael takes a deep breath, regathering his thoughts as he sees how wet she was. The poor girl had probably never experienced anything like it.

She notices it in the mirror and Michael can tell she's concerned and self conscious about how she looks down there so he decides it's best to explain a few things before continuing to make sure she knows that everything it's normal and fine.

"It doesn't look like the diagrams in school." She embarrassedly whispers.

"I heard that no girls does." He giggles softly. "They all look totally different. Every girls does and that's ok."

"Really?" She continues to inspect herself through the mirror.

"Mhm," He nods reassuringly.

A hand rests on her thigh as the one with her hand on top slides to the beginning of her slit where her clit can be seen all nice and swollen. Michael knows she's ready for him.

"This right here," His index finger pulls up her clit as she intently watches. "Is your clitoris, or the clit. It's only purpose is to make you feel good." He tells her.

He lets the pad of his finger tip, gently skim over her sensitive bud making her moan for the first time.

"Then further down," His fingers glide through her wetness. "This is the entrance." He slowly eases the tip of his index finger in.

She nods, her bare chest rising and falling as she anticipates the pleasure to come.

She's fully comfortable now, removing her hand from his, fully trusting him to do what he wants.

He drags her arousal up and circles it around her clit but never directly on. He knows this will be to sensitive for her.

She moans so sweetly as she watches his hand work it's magic on her. She's in awe of how amazing michael can make her feel.

"Feels s'good huh?" He whispers with his warm breath hitting her neck.

"Ye- oh my god," she moans, her head tipping back briefly as a strong wave of pleasure rushes through her.

Michael continues to rub loose circles over her clit, satisfied she's enjoying it. His other hand moves off her thigh so a finger presses at her entrance. Although she'd lost her virginity, that was 2 years ago and considering she is a tiny girl, he knew she'd be tight.

Her hooded eyes stare as his finger slowly easing in to her hole. There was no horrendous pain like she had experienced a few times before. His finger just slipped in so easily.

"Fuck." She whines, loving the sight of his finger sinking into her.

"Does it feels ok darling?" He cautiously asked, not wanting anything to hurt her.

"Yes Mikey!" She breaths, barely able to talk.

"I'm gonna slip another on in, kay?" He kisses her neck and she tilts it so he has better access.

He pushes in a second finger, sinking in right to his knuckles as Eve squeezes Mikes thigh beside her. Not because it was painful, but because the new found pleasure of being stretched out by her best friends fingers was so good.

Her pussy moulds tightly around his fingers, leaving no room for a third finger. At least not 0n this first occasion.

He draws his fingers out, before sliding back in to create a slow rhythm to start with.

"Michaellll," His name tumbled from her lips and he nearly groaned at the delightful sound.

He always though his best friend was stunning, but this took things to another level for him. Seeing how she trusted him to do this and how beautiful her body is made his head spin.

His finger still rub her pink clit and in combination with his fingers fucking her, it creates the strongest sensation Eve has felt yet.

She didn't know what an orgasm felt like but by the way the euphoria was increasing by the second she had an idea of what was about to happen.

Her chest rises and fall rapidly and her back begins to arch off his chest. Even her hips involuntarily rock into his two finger, pumping steadily in and out of her.

"Look how pretty you look," Michael mumbles in her ear and she re opens her eyes to watch her own body in the mirror. "Are you watching my fingers sweetheart?"

Of course she was, in fact she couldn't take her eyes off them and the way they effortlessly worked her.

He curled his fingers that little bit extra making Eve let out the loudest moan yet and her little hand wrap around his wrist, rubbing it up and down almost as if it was her way to encourage him.

He feels her begin to clench around his fingers and by her not taking a breath from her whines and moans, she was about to cum.

"You getting close? You about to cum over my fingers baby?" He lowly whispers.

She can't answer him, no words could be formed from her mouth but she knew this must be what an orgasm is and that she was about to cum.

She whines out for the last time as Michael tips her easily over the edge. She's breathlessly panting, her legs trembling and the ecstasy washes strongly over her little body. She's sensitive immediately, making her thighs close together as Michael finger slowly work her down.

Her body goes limp against his chest, his own heart beating just as fast as hers. She whines with her eyes flutter closed as she comes down from her high.

He slides his fingers away from her, cleaning them off on the towel laid underneath them. He rubs his hands gently over her shoulders, letting her take the time she needs to regain composure after her first orgasm that definitely did hit her hard.

He strokes her hair back off her sweaty forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Michael's almost nervous to speak. He said he wasn't going to let it be weird - and by all means it isn't, but he just can help but feel somewhat guilty that he enjoyed it and that he may possibly just discovered he has feeling for her.

"Are you ok?" He swallows lightly and breaks the silence

"Yeah Mikey, I am." She opens her eyes and softly smiles at him though the mirror with pink cheeks.

"Well, what do you think?" He chuckles.

"I really have been missing out haven't I. I've never felt anything like it. Thank you," She shyly giggles. "But now I'm all," she parts her legs slightly to peer in between them though the mirror, "sticky."

"Yes, you did make quite the mess love." He chuckles, helping her to her feet before putting and arm around her back and under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

"Michael!" She squeals and uses a hand to hold her breasts and one to grip his shoulder, scared she may fall.

He looks down at her body in his arms, shaking his head with a smile as he walks to the bathroom. "Can't believe you've hidden this all away. You're so beautiful Eve."

She takes her index finger shyly between her lips, looking back up to him with glossy eyes full of adoration.

Michael places Eve up on the bathroom sink, going to turn around to run her a bath but not before she pulls him back by the wrist.

They both lock eyes, intently gazing into each others for a moment as Michael moves in between her legs. Her arms sling around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. He has a large hand resting on her hip and his other cupping her jaw. He slips his tongue pass her plump lips and she hums into the kiss.

They break away, resting their foreheads together and giggling softly.

"What are we doing?" Eve chuckles.

"M'not sure but I think I could get used to it." Michael giddily grins.

"Me too. I actually think I might need some more lessons too."

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caelesjjk · 4 years

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Blurb week

Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #cth #mgc #afi #lrh #5sos fanfiction #5sos oneshots #domestic 5sos #like lets really get fluffy #maybe a little smutty #cuz u know its me

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shot-of-truth · 6 years

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Might as well just fuck • Michael Clifford

Phewww, this is probably the longest oneshot I’ve ever written, 2.8k. Enjoy!

TW: choking, spitting, slapping, dirty talk, fucKING but also cute fluff

The first time you saw him was at your local Starbucks, his red hair hanging in his face. You also noticed his eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the tattoos all over his arm. He was just really really hot. And because there wasn't any free table left you politely asked him if it was okay for you to sit next to him. He looked up, smiling and nodding. Looking closer you saw that he was reading Shining by Stephen King, one of your absolute favorite books.

"You like it?" You quietly asked, not wanting to annoy him. "I fucking love it." He smirked like a little school boy and his voice sounded so cute. "Please don't spoiler me." He pleaded, putting his book in his gym bag. "I'm Michael." The boy introduced himself, shaking your hand. "Y/N." You smiled back.

The next time you saw him he was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, an oversized sweater and a black beanie on top of his messy hair. He spotted you from the other side of the street, smiling immediately. When asked where he came from, he just answered: "work." You could tell he was exhausted, so that's why you invited him over to your place to a few glasses of wine.

You didn't even know how to explain it, it just clicked between Michael and you. You could talk for hours on end about god and the world, about everything that happened in your lives. There was just one thing you never talked about, which was work. But you were fine with it because you didn't wanna talk about your job either.

One night you got home from work kinda late and found Michael sitting on your sofa, pillows pressed against his chest, sobbing quietly. His eyes were red and puffy, little sobs leaving his mouth while he hugged the soft material in his arms tightly. "What's wrong baby?" You asked softly, his head immediately snapping up at your question. “I.. It's nothing.." He wiped the already dry tears on his cheek away with the back of his hand before sitting up and smiling at you. "How was your day?" "No Michael, this isn't how it works.. You need to tell me why you're crying in my flat at 11pm.. You are my boyfriend and I care about you. A lot." You carefully sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. "My mum is disappointed in me.. I just.. I just wanna be a great son and make her happy but it's so hard Y/N.. so fucking hard." His arms wrapped around your small body, looking for comfort in a hug. “I get what you mean.. My mum told me a year ago she doesn't ever wanna see me again because she's disgusted by me. You're not alone, Michael.. You have me and I'll always be there."

That night, between soft kisses and tender touches, between quiet moans and unspoken promises you made a silent decision to tell Michael what you kept from him since you two got to know each other. And Michael made the decision to never tell you the secret he kept hidden from you because he could not stand the thought of losing you.

The next day everything was back to usual, you wanted to tell Michael, you really wanted to. But his mesmerizing smiles and his unbelievably grateful attitude stopped you. You just could not ruin what the two of you had, you knew Michael would be heartbroken if you told him that you fucked countless men behind his back for a living. So you gave him a goodbye kiss before making your way to the studios where you were supposed to shoot a new video with a guy that had recently become very popular in the porn industry. Mikey Blue.

You liked to be at the set earlier so you could prepare for what exactly your producer had planned, that day it was a scenario where he was friends with your brother but you absolutely hated him. Hate always resulted to rough sex, something you never got with Michael. He was sweet, caring and always made sure you were okay. But to be honest, you loved both ideas equally. Just the thought of Michael grabbing your hair and spitting in your face while he fucked you senseless made a familiar wetness pool between your thighs.

"And there he is!" You heard your director, Danny say over the sound of music being played in the background. Fixing your ponytail and your tight dress you got up in your high heels to greet the man you'd be shooting this scene with. Just a few seconds later Danny and Mikey entered the room and you almost fainted. You were greeted with an awful familiar eyebrow piercing, bright red hair, a ripped band shirt and black skinny jeans. Michael seemed just as shocked as you, opening his mouth to say something, before Danny interrupted you. "Y/N, this is Michael. Michael this is Y/N." Your boyfriend quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." "Nice to meet you too, Michael." You replied, quickly catching on to the games he played. "So.. Michael will be your best friend's brother and you guys hate each other, so... to make it clear, I don't want anything vanilla."

"You're so fucking annoying, Mikey.. Get the fuck out of my room!" You yelled at your boyfriend, or in that case at your brother's friend. The soft duvet was pulled over your naked skin, his lips going from a deep frown to a tiny smirk, making his way over to you. "I could help you, pretty girl." Thoughts were racing through your head, mostly the thought that you were going to fuck your boyfriend in front of the camera. And that you knew you were gonna be fucked really good. You gulped and sat up, clearing your throat. "Get the fuck out. I won't say it again." "Haven't gotten laid in a while, huh? No need to bitch at me, I just entered the wrong room.. Geez, chill." He put his hands up in defense. "You probably wouldn't last more than a minute anyway." Flashing a quick smile in his direction, you sat up against the headboard, eyeing him up and down. Nothing you hadn't seen before but this situation already made you so wet, you could not believe it.

And then, with one swift motion Michael had pulled the duvet away, on the other side of the bed. He cheekily bit his lip, eyes scanning your tits. "Says who?" With that, he crawled on the bed and pushed himself up above you, attacking your neck with kisses before whispering a quiet sentence in your ear. "We both know I'm more than satisfying." You breathed out, letting your head fall back against the board. Just a few seconds later, Michael's hand grabbed your throat and he pulled you close to him, smashing his soft, wet lips against yours. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" The other hand traveled down your body, playing with your nipples. "Mhhh." You answered, just to be slapped across the cheek by Michael, not too hard of course. He was still testing your limits. "Words, slut."

Something about the way your boyfriend treated you and the way he spoke to you had you unraveling in his hands. Being with him in the most intimidate way made you feel safe because you knew how much he loved you and that he would never go too hard or hurt you intentionally. "F-Fuck yes.. I will." "If your brother could see you like that... Naked and under my control." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tossing you back on the bed, taking his shoes off and kicking them in the corner. You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs for him. "Who said I'm gonna give you something?"

As you looked up, Michael had his stupid smirk plastered on his lips, fumbling with his belt. "You're gonna suck my cock first. And if you do it the way I like it, we'll discuss your treatment." Your boyfriend made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling you closer to him, down on the carpet. He situated himself at the edge of the bed, letting you pull his tight jeans down his legs. Eyes on your every action, making sure you were comfortable around him. You nodded up at him, knowing that he needed your confirmation, even though it wasn't verbally.

Michael bent down, kissing you one more time before shimmying out of his boxer briefs, his large erection coming in contact with the cold air. "Why are you still staring babe, you know what to do." Following a soft hum by you, he led one of his hands to the back of your head, the other one to your cheek. Grabbing the base of his shaft with his hand, he slapped the tip against your lip a few times. "Tongue out, slut." He instructed, gaze glued to your face. Just as you opened your mouth for him to slide in, he spit down on you, lubing the head of his cock up with it.

And then he entered you, slow at first, you didn't even have time to prepare yourself as he shoved his large cock down your throat. "Breathe.." He whispered, so only you could hear it, the thumb on his left hand stroking your cheek while you choked hard. "Doing so good." Michael slowly pulled back again, spit drooling in the corner of your mouth, eyes watering. "Okay?" He mouthed, letting you catch your breath. Your throat burned, but the feeling that you satisfied him the way he liked it, the feeling of being used by the person you loved, turned you on more than anything and made it more than worth it.

Michael instead didn't like the thought of hurting you, so he constantly made sure you were alright. Consistent touches somewhere on your face, just for the sake of him letting you know he was there. He slowly got up from the spot on the bed, just to keep your head in place and thrust his dick in and out of your mouth, the sounds driving him insane. Michael never had a problem with his stamina, but the situation he had you in right now, you choking on his hard cock, had him wondering if he was gonna survive the rest of the shoot. It had him wondering how many times both of you were gonna cum tonight.

Your eyes looked up to him, while he breathed heavily, your nose pressed against his shaved abdomen.

Hazy eyes looked over to Danny. "Can I cum in her mouth? Promise I will get hard again.." His hand still guided you back and forth, his thighs quivering with pleasure. Earning a simple nod from your director, you let your hands wander up his thighs, looking for support as his fingers interlaced themselves with yours. He was never really vocal during sex but right now, Michael was a mess. He was sweating, panting, so fucking close to shooting his hot cum in your mouth, something he had never done with you before. While Michael abused your throat for the sake of his own orgasm, you tried to gasp for air. Loud groans left his mouth, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Bitter taste on your tongue.

"B-Baby!" One last, broken sob and he spilled into your mouth, falling back against the bed to lean back and catch his breath. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the way you looked up at him with your innocent eyes and your smile as you opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed every last bit of his semen. "10 minute break!" Danny announced, interrupting your thoughts. You crawled up on the bed to Michael, who smashed his lips against yours immediately. "M so sorry princess." He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest. His soft fingers traced over your back while he pressed kisses to your shoulder. "There's no need to be sorry, I fucked up just as bad as you." Michael nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, something he always did when he was tired. So you played with his colored hair, the gesture he loved the most.

"Wanna order pizza when we get home?" He asked. "Sure.." You answered, tugging on his soft cock. "I'm looking forward to fuck you, Y/N." He cheekily looked up to you, smiling like a little school boy while you tried to get him hard again, his hands kneading your breasts softly. "I'm looking forward to fuck you Michael." Just as you said it, you felt him harden beneath your hand again. "Michael... I want you to choke me as you fuck me." He looked up to you surprisingly. "Never knew you were into the kinky stuff, babygirl.. What else do you like? Like it when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow? I can deliver, you know. I can destroy your little cunt."

His hand traveled down between your folds, playing with your clit as you noticed Danny was recording again. "So wet.. All for me?" "Y-Yes, all for you." You felt his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling your body on his lap and squeezing it. "Think you're ready for my cock? Think you can take it?" Followed by a nod of yours, a slap across your cheek, harder than the first one. "Speak to me, bitch." "C-Can take it.. I was a g-good girl.." Michael didn't know if he went too far but little did he know you loved nothing more than to be degraded by him.

He lined himself up with your entrance, spitting on his hand one time to lube himself up a little. Not that it was necessary of course, you were as wet as you could possibly be. Then Michael entered you and you gasped for air, like every time he did it. He was so big and he always fucked you just the right way, so you could feel every vein and even his tip deep inside you. Your boyfriend didn't give you any time adjust, he fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, balls deep. His hands wrapped around your throat, loud growls leaving his mouth. You tried to catch your breath, the only sound coming out was a loud whimper.

He slammed you into the mattress, his shirt drenched in sweat as you ripped it off of his body, stars dancing over your eyes. Michael let you go shortly after, grabbing your hands this time and pinning them above your head while his hips rolled swiftly against yours. His thumb ghosted over your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves torturously slow. You were aching for his touch, moving yourself against him. He could tell you were close as his hot breath ghosted over your neck and your lips. "Wanna cum for me baby?" Michael's voice sounded so wrecked, almost as wrecked as yours as you replied: "F-Fuck please.."

You pushed him back and climbed on his lap, sinking down on his erection that was coated with your juices. Bending down to kiss him once again you bounced on his member, feeling your orgasm, that you already knew was gonna be intense, approach inside of you.

His lips swallowed your loud moans while his big hands found their way to your hip, digging his fingers into the flesh. In this moment you did not care about all the cameras and the people beside you. The only persons in this room were Michael and you.

He had his eyes closed as you worked him closer to the edge, sharp breaths leaving his lips. One last time, you sat up and ground against him frantically. Michael's eyes shot open quickly, his hands shaking on your lip, a loud moan that you've never heard from him before, echoing through the room. A few seconds later he emptied himself inside of you, sitting up and pulling you against his chest. While you came around him in the most intimate way, walls clenching, breathing picking up, tears streaming down your cheek, from all the pleasure that your boyfriend gave you, he prepped sweet, innocent kisses all over your face.

"Princess? Are you okay?" He was still as deep as possible inside you and you found yourself nodding along. "I love you." He whispered quietly in your ear, tugging your hair behind it. Slowly getting up from him, you felt your knees giving up, but Michael catching you. "Well now I'm buying you pizza for sure." He smirked, picking you up and making his way over to the bathroom with you to run both of you a nice, warm bath.

#beware my dudes #this is really smutty #one of my personal favorites #i’m wet #5 seconds of summer #5sos #michael clifford #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #smut #5sos smut #imagines

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Bleeding out - L. Hemmings

Okay so king Conan Gray came out me and got the inspiration going!!

Songfic for “The cut that always bleeds”

WARNING: mentions of sex and smutty times. None actually included because I cannot write the deed.

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

To say that things were tough would be the most extreme understatement of Y/N’s life.

Her relationship with Luke had hit the most rocky path she could ever imagine, and she was headed on a downward slope with no end in sight apart from straight rock bottom.

“I just don’t love you anymore, Y/N,” he would tell her, turning his back and leaving her life with no explanation.

Then weeks, days, even hours later she found herself underneath him or wrapped up in his arms as they shared sentiments of love and apologies.

“I don't love you anymore”, A pretty line that I adore, five words that I've heard before.

She was as weak for him, as he was for her. Many times before she kicked him out only to pull him back in.

They weren’t right for each other. They hurt each other so much but when they were together they felt whole. But their love was a gaping wound.

'Cause you keep me on a rope and tied a noose around my throat. You're gone, then back at my door.

“Get out, Luke!” She had enough. She couldn’t handle calling him hers, then watching as he accepts random women throwing themselves at him as if he was available.

“Why? So you can show up at my door tomorrow begging me to take you back?” He scoffed knowing very well how the argument will end.

It always did.

She let out a growl, fisting her hair against her scalp, “you are so impossible. I can’t stand being with you sometimes.”

“You can’t stand it? Welcome to my world, honey,” he spat, venom coating his tongue. “You drive me absolutely mental with every word that comes out of your mouth.”

She returned the glare he directed her way, stepping closer with a ferocity in her eyes that was all to familiar to him.

“I hate you,” she seethed.

'Cause if you're gonna leave, better leave, better do it fast. Can't live a little longer sitting on your lap.

He released a dark chuckle at her words, closing the gap between them until their chests were barely an inch apart.

“If you want me to leave then spit it out. I don’t have all day to wait for you to wake up to yourself.”

“Get out of my house, Luke. I can’t deal with this shit right now, it’ll be bad enough when you come back,” she growled through gritted teeth.

It was always the way. Neither of them had enough self-control to leave the toxic relationship.

Sometimes Y/N wondered if there actually was love in the union, or if they were just looking for the closest thing to love that they could get.

They both had their fair share of damaging relationship, so they clung to anyone who gave them what they thought was love.

'Cause you know what you're doing when you're coming back and I don't want to have another heart attack.

“If I go, I’m not crawling back again,” he leaned impossibly closer to her, his breath fanning over her snarling lips yet her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of the contact.

“I don’t want you to come back,” she closed the gap between the two completely, and they locked together in a heated kiss.

All of their anger combined, and their teeth clashed in the aggressive lip lock.

She pulled back from him, regaining her sense for a moment.

She needed to stop. They couldn’t give in to each other anymore, but it felt so good to feel his lips on hers.

“I’m not just some toy for you to use when you need a quick fuck, Luke,” she turned away from him.

They both used each other for their own pleasure, and afterwards spent time in each other’s arms feeling as hollow as ever.

Oh, I can't be your lover on a leash every other week when you please.

“You’re so much more than that, Y/N, and you know it.” He whispered against her neck as he pulled her against him.

“I want to love you,” she felt her anger fade as his lips pressed against her pulse point. The same thing that happened every time. “But I can’t be a pawn for when you decide I’m important enough.”

“I love you, Y/N. You know this.”

He was lying to himself, and they both knew it. But then, she was lying to both of them as well.

She would always be there whenever he wanted her, just as he would with her.

“I love you too, Luke.”

Oh, I can't be the kiss that you don't need, the lie between your teeth. The cut that always bleeds.

She thought it would all change when she found Darren. He made her smile regularly, made her feel loved and as if she were the only woman in the world.

He made her feel as if he meant it when he told her he loved her.

Luke couldn’t handle the thought of somebody else loving her, even if he himself had given himself to others while he claimed to be hers.

Now, she was somebody else’s, and he hated it.

Say you love somebody new and beat my heart, to black and blue.

Until Darren left and Y/N was on his doorstep so he could wipe her tears and make her forget about her pain.

Then they leave, and it's me you come back to.

It was the same when Luke found Amanda. He was left hurt when their relationship didn’t work, and Y/N was there to pick up the pieces and warm his bed when he came back to her.

He would tell her it was always her, and she would let her heart swell at the sentiment, even if they both knew it was a lie to make them both feel wanted by somebody.

Even if it was suffocating in their hug.

To say you loved me all along and kissed the bruises 'til they're gone. Bittersweet, 'cause I can't breathe inside your arms.

It was a vicious cycle of lust and misplaced love. Agony and heartbreak followed closely by hot breath and sweat coated skin as they submitted to their vices.

It repeated day after day, week after week, on and off.

They hated each other but called it love.

They longed for affection and desire but found it in the wrong places.

But even though you’re killing me, I need you like the air I breathe. I need, I need you more than me. I need you more than anything.

“I hate you,” she would growl against his mouth, hands working at his clothes as they poured their tension into one another.

“I don’t love you,” he would shout through the house as they argued about another late night conquest one had with another.

“I can’t stand you, I need you to get out,” she would plead as she sobbed against his chest.

“This isn’t working and it never will,” he would mumble against her neck as they rolled together in the bed.

‘Cause I could be your lover on a leash every other week when you please.

“Will this ever get better?” She would ask into the silent darkness of the bedroom as they lay naked and drained.

“I don’t think so,” he would answer, voice dripping with emotion.

He hated hurting her, and she hated hurting him, but they longed for each other with such intensity.

“I wish I could be right for you,” she whispered.

“I wish the same for you, darling,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

They both knew they would continue the viscous cycle. It was never ending, they were an open wound that wouldn’t close.

They were constantly bleeding, suffocating under the smoke that formed when they were together.

Oh, I could be anything you need as long as you don't leave. The cut that always...

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #songfic #conan gray #the cut that always bleeds #ashton irwin #calum hood #5sos #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer

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mianix · 5 years

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"Mine" ~ A Gift Fic for LukeLemon-Art

I have been among the DBH community for a few months now and the one thing I love most about it is how supportive everyone seems to be. It doesn’t matter if you are an artist, writer, animator, video editor, cosplayer etc. You are welcomed here with open arms and encouraged to do your very best.

The best example of this I can give is @lukelemon-art. I have watched them encourage people of all mediums and fandoms to do well. I’ve experienced their fun nature and their generosity myself when they reblogged my friend @bunnylove56’s Reed900 fic when they weren’t sure anyone would like it. They gave her the confidence to keep going and I adore Luke for conspiring with me to get her to keep going. I never expected it and it only proves my point further.

The above artwork was recently done by Luke with an amazing backstory of Connor, discarding his LED and Gavin chooses to keep it, worn by a leather strap around his neck. Not only did this warm my heart, but inspired me to write my first Convin story as a gift to Luke for all their kindness, not just to me, but the community. Their art makes me happy, as I imagine it does a lot of you. So here’s me supporting their art and repaying them for too many kindnesses to count.

Note: This gift fic is rated M and contains a big old lemon…lol Because of Tumblr’s new rules and to be safe, the preview will end with a link to finish the story on AO3 instead of the typical cut to read the entire thing on my blog. So if you aren’t into reading something a bit smutty, go back now, gentle reader.

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Connor wondered, honestly, what frustrated him more: the idea of Detective Reed disobeying Hank’s direct orders, or the fact that Connor had made a deal with him to get them to this point.

He had been trying diligently over the past year to find ways of endearing himself to the bitter Detective, but nothing he did seemed to quell the man’s hatred for him. No amount of help, kind gestures, or careful consideration had changed a thing between them.

They fought constantly on the job and it had shown its own wear on Connor over time. He recalled how, in a fit of frustration, he had pulled off his own LED and tossed it at the Detective’s feet.

“THERE! Since it bothers you so much! Now you can stop complaining about it and actually get some work done. Oh, wait. That’s right! I mean sit on your damn phone instead of actually helping us for once!”

Everyone had looked shocked to see such anger come from him, but they often forgot he was no longer a thing who took orders. It had all just boiled over and he couldn’t take it anymore. A part of him felt guilt at the look that crossed Reed’s face, but he walked away before he could worry on it too much. In that moment, he felt justified, but later he regretted it.

If for nothing else, he had taken pride in wearing his LED once he’d deviated to remind him of their struggle and to never be ashamed of who he was. Because it made him into the man he was now, who had friends, family and a life that was entirely his own.

This, naturally, was how he found himself helping assist Detective Reed into his apartment.

“Last door, on the left.” Gavin groaned as he stumbled a bit.

They’d been in a scuffle only an hour before, all thanks to Detective Yells-Too-Much. Hank, in some disturbing thought to force them to into being civil, had downright ordered them to work together.

“Frankly, everyone is getting tired of listening to you two argue all the time. It’s not productive and seriously hurts office morale. We’re fucking homicide. We see gruesome death and tragedy on the daily and somehow you two bitching every day is making it even worse.” Hank had said, frustrated when the two had yet another blow up.

“What about Nines?” Gavin had asked. It seemed the further from friendly he got from Connor, the more he stopped harassing the RK900 model. He’d actually started working with him, to Connor’s surprise.

“We’re swapping partners for the week. Nines will work with me and you two need to learn to work together. Fowler’s down my neck about this and if you two can’t work this out there’s the possibility of reassignment to a different department.”

That had gotten a reaction, from both of them. Because it would likely be one or the other, which meant Connor would have to leave Hank or Gavin would be losing his position in his preferred field. Neither of these were an option.

Connor moved to the door, pressing Reed to the wall to help him stand better.

“Keys?” Connor asked.

“Pocket.” Gavin replied with a twinge of pain. They’d been staking out a warehouse, helping out the drug division on a red ice case, but couldn’t seem to not fight. They were completely hopeless being stuck in the confines of Gavin’s car and their inability to ignore one another got them caught.

They were set upon by some low level lackey’s who luckily were too stupid to be properly armed. Connor had sustained some damage to his arm, but had come out holding his own. Reed, on the other hand, had not. A quick glance at the wound on his abdomen told Connor the glass bottle had cut Gavin as he tried to dodge it. He would be okay, but he would need stitches and proper medical care.

“Fuck that. I don’t have the money to pay for an ER visit. I’ll just do it myself, like always.” Gavin had said with labored breathing as Connor drove them away from the warehouse, the sound of gunfire finally breaking the air as more lackeys came to their friends’ aid. It was fight or flight for Connor and at seeing his human companion bleeding and exhausted, he chose to live and fight another day.

“What do you mean like always?” Connor asked incredulously. It was purely rhetorical though as he didn’t need to consider it much to know Gavin Reed refused to go to the hospital unless he was taken there by force… or unconscious. Connor considered that as a valid option, but cast it aside at the thought of the assault charges that might accompany it when Gavin gained consciousness.

But Reed was stubborn and finally they’d come to a compromise: Gavin would allow Connor to do it for him. He could locate the proper programs to accomplish the task of patching Reed up. If he could not get him proper medical help, then this was the next best option.

Connor stared at the Detective, whose free arm hung a bit limply at his side. Blood could be seen staining his shirt there, as well. Wonderful. Without much thought, Connor plunged his hand down into the Detective’s jean pocket to feel around for keys. He felt Gavin stiffen at his shoulder.

“Fuckin’ careful, dipshit. You’re grabbing my keys, not playing pocket pool.” Gavin bit out between clenched teeth. Connor ignored him and pulled the keys out, setting about the task of opening the door. Once he did, he heard a loud mewling getting closer.

The small, furry head of a cat peeked through the crack of the door, it’s tiny paw pulling at it to further open it.

“Don’t let him out. He’s a fucking escape artist.” Gavin groaned as he pushed the door in and pressed the cat inside. Connor followed behind him, closing the door and entering into Gavin Reed’s apartment for the first time.

Gavin went directly for his cabinets as the first room they entered was the kitchen. Off to the right was an open archway into what Connor considered was the living room. He didn’t have much time to consider it though as he watched Reed pulling out more medical supplies then he figured most humans would keep in their homes.

“How often do you get injured on the job?” Connor asked at the fully stocked cabinet of disinfectants, gauze, bandages and other medical supplies.

“Enough to be prepared.” Gavin replied as he opened a drawer to his left and pulled out a partially full bottle of whiskey and a small, unmarked kit. Connor eyed him for a moment, but decided it wasn’t worth the headache.

Gavin sat on the counter with some difficulty and Connor had no choice but to help him, as his arm was of no real use. Once there, Gavin opened the whiskey bottle with his teeth and took a deep dram of the amber liquid. Connor immediately took hold of the bottle and pulled it away.

“What the fuck, Connor? You gonna make me go through this stone cold sober?” Gavin asked bitterly.

“You’re the one who refused to go to the hospital, where they could ease the pain you’re about to feel. You have no room to complain and I need you lucid.” Connor said simply. Perhaps a small part of him enjoyed mocking Reed, but he tried not to think on it too much.

Connor turned to look at the supplies he was given and felt his eyes flutter as he downloaded the necessary program to properly sew stitches. He considered asking how Gavin also had access to the items required to do this, but was certain he’d probably either not get a response or would get a bullshit one.

Connor lifted the hem of Gavin’s shirt, glancing to assess the damage, but knowing full well his first instinct was correct. He did his best to clean the wound, having Gavin hold his shirt up so he could work. Connor noticed he was in pain, but he gritted his teeth against it.

“Since we have some quiet time, are you ready to tell me why you hate me so much?” Connor asked, figuring anything that distracted Gavin would be better than letting the man suffer.

“Because you’re a brown nosing cunt who - FUCK! The hell Connor?” Gavin roared when Connor threw caution to the wind and straight up applied the chemical cleanser without care to the wound.

“Sorry. My hand slipped.” Connor replied stiffly as he grabbed another piece of cloth and tried to be more gentle. Gavin glared at him, still tensing for the pain he no doubt anticipated, but Connor was content with letting the snide remark go.

“What do you care whether or not I like you anyway? We’re not partners, so why the hell should you give a damn?” Gavin asked, choosing his wording more carefully this time as Connor dabbed around the edge of his cut.

“I’ve only been trying to figure it out since day one. You’d think I personally wronged you in some way.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m an asshole to all androids.” Gavin replied. Connor’s eyes lifted and he noted Gavin had been watching him, but the moment their eyes met he quickly looked away.

“That’s not true, actually. What about Nines? You show him more regard than you ever have for me.” Connor said pointedly, not faltering in his look. Something passed over Gavin’s face, it was minute, but it was there. A moment of panic, then recovery.

“Nines does as he’s told. He doesn’t get in my way or stop me from doing my job.” Gavin replied and his eyes came back to Connor, side glancing him, then looking down to where the small cat was perched on the floor, watching them. It moved gracefully, wiggling its tiny behind before it jumped on the counter beside Gavin and stepped on his thigh. Gavin opted to focus there.

“Nines also is still an android. It’s very simple Detective. I. AM. ALIVE. I’m not a piece of furniture for you to do with as you please and until you learn this, it will be the primary cause of our arguments.” Connor said in quick succession. How many times must they have this conversation, re-worded in so many different ways?

“I’m in fucking pain here. Can’t you give me a break, just once?” Gavin asked and Connor noted his voice sounded weary. The cat at his thigh pressed its face into Gavin’s palm and he gave it such a momentary look of tenderness that It shocked Connor. Then it walked further up Reed’s leg, jumped effortlessly onto his shoulder and stood there.

“That’s not really sanitary for what we’re doing Reed.” Connor began, but found himself intrigued by how the cat walked behind Gavin’s head and laid itself around his neck and shoulders so casually. Its foot disturbed the leather strap that usually hung around the Detective’s neck, dipping down into his shirt. Connor had always wondered what that was, but opted to not pry.

“The cat stays. He’s more of a comfort than you are.” Gavin said, but it wasn’t as mean spirited as it might’ve normally been, because the cat was rubbing its face against the stubble on his chin. Connor just watched, forgetting himself momentarily. Who the hell is this and what did he do with Gavin Reed?

When Gavin’s eyes came back to Connor he seemed to remember himself and that look of indifference came back. It broke the momentary spell and Connor continued working.

Silence hung between them as he worked, except for the purring of the cat on Gavin’s shoulders and the occasional groan or gasp of pain from him as Connor used skilled hands to suture up the cut. He preferred the silence, not remembering a time when the two of them had been so close and not blowing up into a full argument.

He wasn’t sure why this gentler side of the Detective intrigued him. He did not even know he had a pet and never would’ve guessed he could be affectionate with anything. But as long as Connor pretended not to notice, Gavin lavished the animal with attention. Had he ever seen the Detective smile where it didn’t feel like he was baring his teeth as a threat? No, not around Connor. In the pain, he sought comfort in the animal and it seemed to sense his need of it. It never left his shoulders, nuzzling and pawing at the man the more his discomfort seemed to peak.

When he was done with his side, Connor moved to roll up the sleeve on Gavin’s shirt. This wound was superficial in comparison to the other and needed nothing more than a bandage. He stepped into Gavin, the Detective’s knee brushing the inside of Connor’s thigh. Gavin jumped, startling the cat, but did not remove it.

“Careful.” Gavin said in a low tone. Connor tilted his head, trying to figure out what exactly had set the Detective off. Gavin moved his knee, unable to meet Connor’s eyes and with a slight blush filling his cheeks.

“You do realize I have no genitalia to injure, correct?” Connor said innocently enough, but Gavin’s face went a bright shade of red almost instantly at his words.

“Why the fuck would you tell me that?” Gavin asked, obviously startled by this admission.

“You feared hurting me, didn’t you?” Connor asked in reply.

“That is so fucking weird.” Gavin continued with a groan as he covered his face with his one free hand.

“I’m a prototype, Detective. What use would I have for - “

“STOP talking. Please? Just, stop.” Gavin begged, still not looking at him. Silence hung between them, awkward to say the very least. Then Reed broke the silence. “Your arm. It’s injured.”

Connor looked down to observe the blue blood soaking through his jacket arm. He pulled his arm out of it and found his white dress shirt was covered in blue as well. Connor shrugged his jacket off, laying it neatly over the kitchen chair. When he turned back, Gavin was moving tenderly off the counter.

“Wait.” Connor called out as he went to help the man down. Reed waved his hands away, the cat still laying around his neck like a scarf. It yawned, unbothered, and Connor wondered if this was a natural thing for these two with how contented it was soaking up the Detective’s warmth.

“Get on the counter.” Reed said suddenly as he reached for the small, unmarked kit he’d had hiding with the whiskey bottle. Connor eyed it curiously, but when Reed turned and noticed him not moving he added, “Get a move on.”

“I’ll be fine. Once I’m back at the office I can use one of the android repair kits to patch up my arm. You needn’t worry.”

“What the hell do you think this is?” Reed asked as he opened the small container. To Connor’s surprise, it was an android repair kit. A crudely put together one, yes, but still exactly what was needed for superficial wounds like what Connor had. He stared at Gavin, who seemed to be getting flustered by Connor’s sudden attentions. “What?”

“I’m just surprised you’d have something like that so readily available.” Connor responded truthfully. He wouldn’t think that Gavin would even care enough to keep something like that around.

“I have an android partner. Why wouldn’t I?” Gavin asked, glaring at him. But there was something else there and for the first time, in a long time, Connor saw something in his peripheral vision. It was faint, but unmistakable as it ghosted into his vision.

Software instability ^^

It had been over a year since he’d deviated, since he’d broken free from his programming. These programs were gone and yet, for whatever reason, it had shown on his periphery screen.

Without knowing why, Connor obeyed and sat on the counter without any argument. Reed moved close and looked awkwardly at his arm, stared, then looked away.

“You’re gonna have to remove your shirt. I can’t get to it and if we need the soldering iron I wouldn’t recommend putting it close to fabric.” Gavin said simply. He wasn’t looking at Connor, but focusing on the cat on his shoulder instead.

“Of course.” Connor responded and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Connor didn’t know why, but there was static in the air that seemed to intensify with each button he undid. Gavin wasn’t looking at him, but he felt like he was being watched anyway.

Once the shirt was open, he slid his arms out of it and laid it neatly beside him. He turned to look at the cut and as he figured it wasn’t anything to worry about. He would likely be scarred from the soldering, but that wasn’t important. He turned back to look expectantly at the Detective, but stopped.

Gavin was still looking away from him, arms crossed at his chest. Connor noted something else of interest. Gavin’s pulse was elevated. He’d attributed this to stress and pain as he worked on Gavin’s wounds, but now he wasn’t so sure. His eyes could see piloerection forming on the man’s forearms; goosebumps. And the red hue that had been on his face had traveled down his neck to the skin peeking out from the v neck shirt he wore.

“Gavin?” Connor asked when the man did nothing. He saw him take a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily, exhaling. Then his eyes turned, focused hard on Connor’s and faltered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little light headed from blood loss. I’ll be fine.” Gavin responded. But when he moved towards Connor, he caught a downward glance that became fixated on his thirium pump regulator. As if involuntary, Gavin’s hand came out and moved as if to touch it, but recoiled after a moment. As if he didn’t realize he was doing it.

The static intensified and made Connor’s skin prickle.

“Are you sure you’re okay Gavin? The wound is superficial and can wait if you’d like to sit down.” Connor offered, completely confused by this sudden change in demeanor. The whole time his cat perched, unbothered and suddenly unnoticed by Gavin as his eyes focused on Connor’s bare torso. Connor saw the man’s eyes dilate.

Software instability ^^

Gavin moved closer, setting the kit to one side of Connor’s hip, then taking his hand in his own to position Connor’s arm where it would be easiest to work on it. All Connor could do was watch, oddly fascinated by whatever phenomena was taking over the Detective and possibly…himself. This was new and fascinating to him. Exciting, even.

At one point, not wanting to focus so much of his attention on Gavin, Connor lifted his hand and stroked the back end of the cat as it purred happily. He saw Gavin’s eyes glance towards his hand, stiffening slightly until he realized its destination. He shook his head, blinking with a short breath as he set back to task.

“Okay. That should do it. Grip my hand.” Gavin said as he lifted his hand in front of him. Not in a handshake, but in fully open palm in front of Connor. He pressed his open palm to Gavin’s, entwined their fingers and gripped. “No malfunctions or weakness?”

“No. It feels just fine, actually. Thank you.” Connor replied genuinely, but Gavin was not quick to release his hand. Connor eyed him, that curiosity itching so much to be scratched. What was this? He felt his own thirium pump shift, more static. This was having a physical effect on him he could not place, the longer Gavin held his hand like that. “Gavin?”

In an instant, he hand let his go and he turned back to the table to place everything back into the kit.

“You should be good now. Probably best if you left. I should get some rest.” Gavin said quickly, but something else caught Connor’s attention as Gavin turned his back on him. Blood on the back of the Detective’s shirt. Another wound he hadn’t seen.

“Gavin. You’re still injured.” Connor said as he hopped down off the counter and walked over to him. He felt Gavin tense as he took the rim of the neckline on his shirt and pulled it down a bit.

“It’s okay. I can do it.” Gavin said quickly.

“It’s on your back. You can’t reach there. Take off your shirt and I’ll get it for you.” Connor offered. When Gavin didn’t move, he added “As soon as I make sure it’s nothing bad I will leave. You agreed to this earlier, remember?”

Gavin sighed, lifted his hands to gently remove the cat from his shoulders. He sat it onto the floor where it remained, staring up at them as if disappointed to no longer be a part of the situation. Then, begrudgingly, Gavin put his hands to the hem of his shirt and tugged upwards. For a moment, Connor caught the flash of something blue glint as it moved at the base of Gavin’s neck, then he realized that it was an LED. Unmistakably, his LED.

Gavin’s eyes followed his no doubt startled looking ones to the necklace at his chest and realization dawned there as he turned away, scrambling to get back into the shirt. Maybe hoping Connor didn’t notice?

“Gavin…” Connor began, but Gavin just started walking away from him. Without thought, he pursued the man as he entered his bedroom off the living room. Gavin tried to close the door, but Connor pushed it open easily as Gavin stumbled backwards. “Is that my LED?”

“It’s not what you think.” Gavin said quickly as he stood by the bed, arm out as if Connor might punch him. But Connor didn’t feel anger. He didn’t know what to feel, because he didn’t know why a part of him was hanging around Gavin Reed’s neck.

“Is that my LED?” Connor asked again. “Let me see it.”

He stepped forward, hand outstretched to pull at the leather straps that held it up, but Gavin smacked his hand away. That startled him, but did not stop his pursuit. Gavin grabbed at his hands, trying to prevent him from seeing it again and Connor found himself struggling with the Detective, being pulled towards him, hitting the bed and straddling over Gavin as he yanked the man’s shirt down. It was his LED, still glowing a dim blue as it pulsated against Gavin’s chest as his heart rate elevated quickly.

Gavin was breathing heavily and that red hue was more apparent on his chest as Connor held the shirt collar open. Gavin’s eyes were lidded and suddenly Connor realized something. Like all the puzzle pieces were falling into place.

“You-” He began, but Gavin leaned up quickly and pressed his lips against his. Connor’s eyes widened, unsure of what to do, but finding himself intrigued. Fascinated. He could analyze the alcohol still left on Gavin’s tongue as it ghosted between his lips. His body temperature peaked, the open eyes watching him fully dilated and a scent lingered between them, coming from the Detective’s skin. Gavin took his bottom lip between his own and tugged. Connor felt something at this, but could not define it and that only made him pursue it more.

Static.

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Truth or Dare

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warnings: swearing, and smutty smut

summary: you and the boys are playing truth or dare and Luke gets dared to play Too Hot with you and he gets a little too excited.

The frat house was filled with the slimy scent of cheap alcohol and sweat. Anybody who’d showed up for the actual party left about an hour ago and now it just left you, your best friend and the boys who occupied the house.

You’d always gotten along with them, especially Calum who you’d known the longest by far but you’d never gotten along with Luke. Ever since you’d met him he’d been nothing but a complete dick to you for no real reason.

The first day you met Luke he was normal, he didn’t really say anything and seemed shy but he didn’t say anything rude either. It wasn’t until Calum showed up that he had the cold attitude towards you that he still presented to you to this day.

You and Calum were child hood friends and when you found out you were going to the same college, you met up. Ever since then you’d only grown closer but you both knew you were just friends and you both made that very clear with each other.

“So Calum, Truth or Dare,” Michael smirked, clearly enjoying the nervousness that arose in Calum.

“Truth,” he smiled, his confidence slowly rising. You could feel Luke tense next to you on the couch as you sat in the middle of him and your best friend, the rest of the boys lounging around on the floor.

“Who do you have a crush on?” he smirked and you could feel your best friend, Lily, fidgeting next to you. She’d had a crush on Calum ever since you’d introduced him to her but despite all of your attempts to set them up, Calum never took the hint.

“Well, there’s this girl. I’ve known her for a while now,” he smirked and you could feel Luke tense and then move slightly closer to you but you didn’t really think anything of it at the time. “and her name starts with L.”

You glanced over at Lily who was blushing profusely, looking down at her hands. “So, I’m gonna say Lily,” he said finally with a smirk.

Lily simply looked at him, the biggest grin on her face and it took a nudge from you for her to actually go and sit with him.

“That was cheesy.” Luke groaned, making you let out a small chuckle. Calum simply rolled his eyes before smirking at Luke with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Lucas,” he smirked as Luke groaned once again, “Truth or Dare.”

“Since I’m not a wimp like you, dare.” he grinned sarcastically before returning to his usual miserable look.

“Well then, I dare you to play a game of Too Hot with Y/N.” he smirked, looking over at you with a small wink.

Your breath was hitched in your throat and you could feel a deep red flood your cheeks. Luke tensed up momentarily but when you looked over at him all he had was a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

You couldn’t deny how attractive Luke was, with his deep baby blue eyes, his perfectly curly hair and his lip ring just topped everything off. You’d always imagined what it would feel like pressed your lips but you’d never thought it would happen, at least until now.

You quietly cleared your throat which caught the attention of Luke who until then was starting at Calum silently. His eyes slowly drifted towards you, his smirk turning into more of a grin.

“Come on then, Princess.” he smiled, your heart skipping a beat at the pet name. It was until then that you’d forgotten about his reputation.

He was known as the bad boy of the group, constantly sleeping around and despite constantly flunking classes he still had reasonably high grades. Almost every girl had fallen victim to him and as much as you didn’t want to fall for his tricks you were afraid you already had.

You simply rolled your eyes and stood up in front of him, smiling down at him as the rest of the group squealed behind you.

He slowly stood up, his lean figure towering over you and you couldn’t help but feel a little threatened. He brushed over his bottom lip with his teeth, slightly toying with his lip ring before giving you flirty wink.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” you groaned, clearly irritated with his flirtatious banter.

Luke simply hummed in response and put his hands to his back before leaning into you.

His lips pressed against yours and you instantly melted into him but your hands still clung to your sides. His cool lip ring added a pleasant sensation to the warm kiss that was already one of the best you’d ever had.

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip but you denied him entry, deciding that he would have to try a little harder to gain any extra pleasure out of the kiss.

“Don’t tease.” he snarled into the kiss making you smirk against his lips. But he took the smirk to his advantage and somehow snaked his tongue into your mouth.

You groaned in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure and now it was Luke’s turn to smirk but as soon as he did you were quick to turn it back on him.

You slowly pulled away and he whined at the loss of contact but before the boys behind you could call you out on pulling away, you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip.

His whole body tensed as you toyed around with his lip ring, desperately trying to win the game but it seemed to him that it wasn’t a game anymore. He was practically writhing beneath you and you were enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck this shit.” Luke breathed before cupping your face with his hands and smashing his lips into yours. You could’ve sworn that your heart missed a beat and in the moment you completely forgot that there was more than just you and him in the room.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough.” you heard Michael complain behind you. Luke looked over your shoulder towards the blonde haired boy, letting out a small chuckle before looking back down at you.

“Meet me in my bedroom in 10,” he whispered quietly as the others carried on their game behind you. You nodded slowly, trying not to look too eager but your rushing heart rate said otherwise.

It only took a few minutes before Luke took off towards his room, clearly agitated and you couldn’t help but feel slightly pleased that you were the cause.

You spent the next few minutes on your phone before slipping away silently, hoping the others didn’t notice but they were so engrossed in their conversation they paid no attention.

As you slowly approached the hallway you realized you had no idea which room was his. They all had plain white doors with some just having a few scratches and dark stains.

After a few moments of listening out for any noise, you heard movement behind one of the doors and you slowly approached the door before hearing a low groan making you pause just outside.

“Y/N” he groaned from inside and you couldn’t help but feel a wetness grow between your thighs at the mere sound of his pleasure.

Almost silently, you pushed the door open to see him palming himself through his skinny jeans. It was a beautiful sight and you could’ve sworn you saw butterflies.

You slowly stepped into the room, the smell of his cologne overwhelming you completely. It was only then that he noticed your presence and his deep, blue eyes shot up to you.

They widened for a moment before the familiar smirk spread across his face. He slowly stood up, approaching you with lust filled eyes.

As soon as he was in reach, he gripped onto your waist and smashed his lips against yours. You could feel him moan into the kiss which only set you off even more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned, breaking the kiss and leaving open, mouthed kisses down your neck.

You slung your neck to the side allowing him more access which made him smirk into your neck. Slowly, you trailed your hand down his torso before resting it on his crotch and palming him through his skinny jeans.

He let out a throaty groan and you could already tell he was already close just from the way his heart was racing. The pool in your panties was growing by the second and you desperately needed something to happen.

As you started to fiddle with his top button, he reconnected your lips which only made it harder to remove his skin tight jeans. He quickly started to pull you back onto the bed and turned around so you’d fall back onto the bed.

Before you could continue on removing his jeans he unbuttoned them himself and shimmied them down his waist before moving onto you.

His lips reconnected with yours, feeling even better than the last few times some how. He fiddled with the hem of your top and you swiftly pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and the high waisted jeans you’d worn to the party.

You slowly pulled down his boxers and his boner sprung out, a small drop of precum dripping from the tip.

“Someone’s eager,” you giggled, earning an awkward chuckle from Luke before he went back to attack your neck. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he attacked a sweet spot on your neck, making sure to leave a mark.

You gripped his length as he slowly moved down your chest, quickly removing your bra and moving his way around your nipples. He let out a low groan as you slowly pumped him in your hand which made shivers run through your spine.

“Faster,” he groaned as you slowly pumped him in your hand, only going slightly faster as he bucked himself into your hand.

You could feel your breathing become heavy at his reactions which only made him realize how little attention he’d paid to your situation.

He quickly slid your jeans down your legs, disconnecting your hand from his length. He slowly slid his fingers over the damp material making you involuntarily push yourself onto him.

“So wet yet I’ve barely touched you.” he smirked, sliding his fingers over the cloth that was separating his fingers and where you needed him most.

After a while of him teasing you, he slowly slid the lace panties down your legs allowing the cool air to hit your clit. “P-please Luke.” you trembled, barely able to form a sentence.

Before you could do anything else he plunged a finger into you making your breathing slow to halt. Your eyes fluttered to a close as you desperately tried to get your breathing back to normal but Luke made sure it wasn’t going to happen.

His finger slowly pumped in and out and the familiar knot formed in your stomach. “I-I,” you started but before you could finish he quickly pulled away, leaving you confused and slightly annoyed.

“That’s not how it’s going tonight, baby girl.” he winked before reaching into a drawer beside him and pulling out the foil packet. He quickly ripped it open and pushed it over his cock impatiently.

He rubbed his tip and down your clit before stopping at your entrance, he looked up at you for a moment, waiting for approval which you simply nodded to; knowing any words you would try and form would fail.

Slowly, he plunged himself into you making you both let out loud moans. Your eyes rolled back as Luke slowly pulled out, allowing you to get used to his size. His strokes were slow which only made the whole experience more pleasurable but you needed more.

“Harder,” you moaned and with that Luke’s speed grew increasingly fast. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that his was too.

“Sorry baby girl but you got me so worked up with that kiss I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.” he groaned, bucking his hips into yours.

You took that as an invitation to start pleasuring yourself to the extreme but before you could touch yourself Luke pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own.

He ran figure of eights over your clit, making his fingers shine from your wetness. His touch only made your orgasm approach faster than ever and the knot in your stomach became tighter with every movement he made.

“Luke,” you mumbled quietly, hoping he would get the message. His thrusts became faster and his fingers moved faster over your clit as he desperately chased his orgasm as well as pushing you towards your own.

“Cum for me Princess.” he smirked, which pushed you over the edge.

White dots clouded your sight and the knot that had so tightly formed inside you slowly faded leaving you a whimpering mess. Your legs were shaky as you tightly gripped onto the soft duvet that was now damp from the mass amount of sweat you’d produced.

The sight of you whimpering and writhing under him set Luke off almost instantly. You could feel the condom fill with cum inside of you as Luke let out a low groan and threw his head back.

He thrust into you sloppily a few more times to help you both come down from your highs before collapsing down next to you on the bed. You leaned your head against his sweaty torso as he pulled the condom and threw it into the bin next to his bed.

“Fuck, that was good.” he sighed, his chest still heaving. You simply hummed in response, still reveling in the moment.

You could feel his gaze on you as you lay there, a thin layer of sweat making your hair stick to your forehead and your neck.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, the baby blue eyes you were used to were kinder than you’d seen in a while. Usually, the looks he gave you were cold but this felt different.

“Are you finally gonna start being nice?” you joked, tracing small shapes across his chest. He rolled his eyes before looking down at you, a small grin creeping across his face.

“I was only rude to you because I thought you were fucking Calum.” he said plainly, still staring down at you as a small snort escaped your throat.

“Never,” you scolded playfully, “but even if I was, what was your problem with it?”

You’d noticed Luke usually tensed up around questions like this, even when it was coming from one of the boys but he seemed so overly confident right now it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Because I wanted it to be me. Ever since you walked through that door I made it my mission to fuck you but when I found out you were there for Calum,” he faded out of his sentence, looking up at the ceiling briefly before returning his gaze back to you.

“Let's just say, I didn’t overly want his sloppy seconds.” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes and sat up.

His gaze never left you as you did but he cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were planning on doing.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow?” you sighed, not wanting to have to wriggle your sweaty body into the tight jeans you’d originally come in.

He slowly stood up, grabbing his sweats from the floor and pulling them on before searching his drawers. He pulled out a plain black shirt and some Calvin Kleins and threw them over to you.

You quickly pulled the loose boxers up and pulled on the shirt that came down to your mid thighs. The shirt smelt of him and you couldn’t help but bring it up to your face and revel in the scent for a moment.

“Thanks,” you smiled awkwardly, unsure whether you were thanking him for the clothes or the experience you’d both just endured.

Luke had found himself back onto his bed and gave you a small smile as he stared at you silently.

Just as you were about to leave, assuming you were just a quick fling to Luke, he spoke up after a while of him not speaking.

“Where do you think you're going?” he smirked from behind you making you halt in your step. You turned around with a cocked eyebrow, butterflies making a slight swarm in your stomach but you were determined to not get too excited.

“I didn’t give you death stares for that long for you to just leave,” he grinned, scooting over in the bed before patting the space next to him.

You rolled your eyes and slowly trudged yourself towards his bed before plopping yourself down next to him. He sleepily grinned at you, proud that he managed to get you to stay.

“Luke Hemmings actually asking a girl to stay after sex, that’s a new one,” you smirked as Luke let out a small chuckle. He pulled you into him by your waist and his scent filled your nostrils once again, making the few butterflies erupt into a dozen.

“It’s a privilege I saved for a special someone,” he smiled making a crimson blush spread across your face.

He smiled once again before pulled the soft comforter over the both of you leading you both into a night of spooning and kisses.

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xo5sos-15-blog · 7 years

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5SOS Imagine Masterlist

(Looks jank on desktop so this is solely for mobile purposes.)

Ashton Irwin:

(Nothing Yet)

Michael Clifford:

(Nothing Yet)

Calum Hood:

(Nothing Yet)

Luke Hemmings:

(Nothing Yet)

. Ships (WILL NOT BE DOING SMUTTY SHIP IMAGINES):

(Nothing Yet)

Series:

(Nothing Yet)

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itisannak · 2 years

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High School Crush (Math Teacher!Luke x Music Teacher!Y/N)

Summary: The youngest faculty members of this High School seem to be inseparable. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading stories like this one, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. (Smut / Penetrative Sex / Woman on Top / Unprotected Sex / Fingering) (The whole story is on 3rd Person POV. It is different from what I am used to writing, but I actually liked experimenting with it.) (Request) (Words: 6.6k)

It was only natural that Luke and (Y/N) would become inseparable. They are way younger than the rest of the high school’s faculty, only in their mid-20s, while the rest of the teachers are in their 30s, 40s, even 60s. So the two youngsters, as they are ironically referred to by their co-workers, banded together. It started with a simple lunch; Luke, as the longer-working math teacher, joined the fresh music teacher at her first lunch break, on the very first day she worked at the school. Then lunch became a habit for them, they were seemingly spending every single one of their breaks together. The problem for Luke came when they started seeing each other outside the school premises. (Y/N) was a completely different person, rid of the professional mask she felt like wearing at school to commence respect from her colleagues who babied her and were ready to call her out at every little mistake she made, to prove to each other they are the best. Luke felt like someone understood him when she shared that with him over a beer at a small bar near her house. The understanding made him feel good, seen… And then it went downhill. He started feeling his cheeks redden every time she smiled at him, then thoughts of her curling up to his chest and falling asleep started filling his head. He tried to convince himself that she was just in his head because they spend a lot of time together. But of course, there was more, there is always more.

“A penny for your thoughts…” (Y/N) snaps him out of his thoughts, taking a seat at their usual table. She has been looking at Luke for a few minutes now, deciding whether or not she should disrupt him by joining him. “Hmm, I am pretty sure that the x y equation I will put on the test tomorrow is not even worth a penny. What’s for lunch?” He asks her, fixing his hair so it doesn’t bother him while he eats. It is Tuesday, so that means (Y/N) was in charge of lunch today. And talking about food is way better than staying with his thoughts right now. “Smoked salmon with cherry tomatoes, cream fresh, cucumber and dill, on pumpernickel bread. I think you’ll like it.” She replies, passing him one of the two Tupperware in her shopper bag. “Sounds delicious. Thank you.” “Try to top it off on Friday.” She giggles, opening her lunch. “You will have to deal with the sandwiches from the bakery near my house. I have tests to mark…” He groans and she gasps, pretending to be offended. “I don’t even deserve an hour of your time to make me lunch?” She asks him, causing him to roll his eyes. “I am sure you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this week.” “Hemmings, every week you have the same excuse.” “It is because I have to mark tests every week.” “Maybe you should try not loading the poor student with a shit pile of tests.” She suggests as he takes a bite from his sandwich. “Are you kidding me? The other math teacher is giving me shit for how little tests I give.” He chuckles, looking around to make sure he wasn’t heard. “Anyway, simple sandwiches are not acceptable. You’ll have to sacrifice time to feed me.” She jokes, laughing that beautiful, melodic laugh that makes Luke numb. “You know you are a huge pain in my ass, right?” “A huge pain in your huge ass…” She points out, making him roll his eyes at her snarkiness. “Why was I even nice to you when you first got here?” “Oh, come on… You know you love me.” She flicks her wrist, brushing his comment off.

And Luke has to pause for a second, trying to hold himself from admitting that he does love her, but not in the way she thinks. Correction, more than in the way she thinks.

“They are totally dating. Look at them… Have you seen them apart since she came here? They are not even trying to hide.” Becca states, pointing at the two teachers, chatting over their lunch. It is not her fault the pair has been shamelessly flirting in front of everyone, and that makes it right for her to gossip about them. Rumor has it that the two teachers were caught kissing behind the bleachers during Sports’ Day, but this is not a rumor Becca started. “I mean, they look cute together.” Jess replies, looking at her math teacher blushing over something her music teacher told him. “I know, right? They are adorable.” Becca sighs; she admits she had a crush on the math teacher, but he is too old for her liking. She knows it would be creepy of him to even respond to her crush. So when she realized that Mr. Hemmings and Ms. (Y/L/N) are unnaturally close to one another, she became too invested in their love story. As the rest of the school did as well. “Are we even sure they are dating? They might be just friends…” Roni chimes in. She does not particularly enjoy gossip, and she admits it is kind of weird for students to be all over their teachers' business. “Oh, hush. They are totally dating. Why else would they be so close? Just look at the way he looks at her.” Jess adds, pointing discreetly at the pair. Like Becca, she is too invested in this particular relationship. It is not like there is anything else that is interesting at this school. Roni sighs, deciding this is not her fight to fight, and that it is best if she lets her friends in their little fantasy.

“What are you doing after school?” Luke asks (Y/N) as she gathers her stuff for her next teaching hour. “Uh, I have to help the drama club with their spring musical. Why?” She asks. “I was going to ask if you’d like to go for dinner at the seafront, but you are busy.” “Is this your way of making up for the fact you are buying sandwiches for lunch on Friday?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at him playfully. “Maybe…” He shrugs and she shakes her head at him. “You are a sneaky one, Hemmings. I am sorry, I don’t know what time practice will be over. Maybe use the time you would spend on dinner with me to mark your tests. That way you will have time to prep a proper lunch on Thursday night.” She replies, fixing the strap of her bag on her shoulder. The English teacher, along with the Chemistry teacher share a knowing look. They have been nearly placing bets for which of Luke’s attempts will be successful, thinking that each time the couple will finally get together, but until now, they only seem to hang out as friends. They can tell Luke has been crushing on (Y/N) like a 15-year-old, as anyone within a mile radius can see that, but (Y/N) is a little hard to read. She definitely is friendly, too friendly towards him, and they have both caught her smiling and looking at him when he is not looking, but she doesn’t seem to be responding to his flirting. “Poor guy…” The chem teacher sighs, looking at the blond math teacher who walks back to his desk with his shoulders slouched. “He is stuck in the friendzone, I guess.” The English teacher replies, taking a sip of her coffee. “Oh, come on… She doesn’t seem to not be interested. 20 bucks they will get together by the end of the school year.” Her colleague states, smiling at the thought of the lovely youngsters getting together.

(Y/N) regrets not taking Luke’s invitation for dinner by the seaside. She regretted it the moment she said no, and she regrets it now as she sits in the back of the room the drama club has its rehearsals. But she had already committed to helping them, and now she has lost her chance of spending more time with Luke today. She takes everything that she can get from him, all of the spare time he can give her because she knows that it is the most she can get from him. She craves him, secretly but deeply. But he is just a friend, that’s the title he has given himself. So, she learned that it is best to love him from afar. She feels the happiest when they spend their lunch breaks together, or when his weekend plans include hanging out with her. She doesn’t expect anything, so she gets the happiest with just being with him, spending time with him. “Ms. (Y/N)…?” The student snaps her out of her thoughts. “Hm? I am sorry, I zoned out. How can I help you?” She asks the young boy who holds his script like it is a holy book. “Can you help me with the song on page 13?” He asks, handing the pages to her. (Y/N) stands up and moves to the digital piano, pulling out her sheets for the play. “Let’s see the tone that suits you.” She presses her fingers gently on the keys, thanking the student for interrupting her -ritualistic nowadays,- fantasy of dating her colleague.

“You are early...” Luke comments sarcastically as (Y/N) sits on the other side of the bench table. (Y/N) leaves her stuff on top of the table in an aggressive way, bringing her hand on her forehead before bowing it on top of the wooden table. “(Y/N), is everything alright?” Luke asks, reaching over to place his hand on hers softly. He has yet to see her in this state, the usually cheerful woman now being angered. It is not the (Y/N) he is used to seeing, especially in the school setting. “Fucking Gerty said she can’t go on the school trip and suggested I do. And now I have to change my plans to go on the trip, the very last minute. For fuck’s sake…” (Y/N) groans, huffing as she raises her gaze to see Luke smiling at her. “If it makes you feel any better, Sam bailed and suggested me this morning. So, we will suffer together.” Luke replies, chuckling softly. It is no surprise to him; the oldest teachers throw the newest before a bus at the very last minute. “This is infuriating…” “Gee, thanks. I am over the moon to be spending the trip with you…” He sasses and she scoffs at him. “Being in your company is the only thing that is not going to suck during the trip. I am furious because the boomers keep treating us like we are lesser than them.” She protests and Luke shrugs. “We could really have it a lot worse than an all-paid trip…” Luke counters her, taking out his food containers. “During which we will have to keep track of a bunch of 16-year-olds… That must be the definition of torture.” “How bad will it be?” Luke asks, making his friend chuckle ominously. “Do you remember how you were at their age?” (Y/N) asks, cocking an eyebrow at the blond guy, who fixes his glasses and tries to sit upright. “I was a proper angel.” He clearly lies; he has had his fair share of sneaking out, partying, and drinking, despite his mother being of the strict ones. “I am sure you were. I, on the other hand, was a total nightmare of a child.” (Y/N) admits, making Luke look at her surprised. “There is no way you were…” He gasps but (Y/N) nods. “I was. The times I sneaked around, gotten drunk with my friends, and then made a fool of myself in public are hard to count.” She replies as Luke passes her the Tupperware. “I don’t believe you.” “I got my first tattoo, while drunk, at 16.” She states, emphasizing each aspect of the sentence, making Luke’s eyes go wider at every word. “Show me.” He utters and she shakes her head at him. “I can’t. It is… very private.” She lowers her voice, making sure no one can hear her.

It has been hours since (Y/N) told him about her secret tattoo, the one that is very private, and Luke has not been able to take his mind off. He has been scandalized by thoughts of what is the design, and more importantly where the tattoo is located on her body. He feels like a creep, but he cannot help but imagine her naked, every inch of her skin exposed to his eyes only, and him searching her inch by inch to find that naughty little drawing. It is driving him insane. He twists and turns in his bed, fluffing his pillow and trying to fall asleep despite the recurring image of the woman he so desperately craves being naked before him, his fingers tracing the magical nook the tattoo rests, then his lips marking the spot below it. He feels as if he is going to die if he doesn’t see it with his own eyes. He shouldn’t be thinking of her like that, She is his friend, his fucking colleague, but he would be lying to the fullest if he said this is the first time he is thinking of her like that. The thought of the tattoo is going to drive him insane, that much he knows.

(Y/N) grumpily folds her t-shirt before she puts it in her luggage. She has nearly 30 hours before she has to leave for the trip and she is already regretting leaving for the weekend. Peaches, her cat, has been finding her way into her luggage and (Y/N) knows it is futile to pick her out every time she jumps in, so now the kitty is meowing as her owner tries to cram her clothes around her. The music teacher sighs and plops with her back on the mattress. She doesn’t want to leave her house at the very last minute, she doesn’t want to leave her pet all alone at the very last minute, she just doesn’t want to. But she catches herself smiling at the thought of a getaway with Luke. Of course, it won’t be a romantic one like in movies, but the thought of spending more time with him cheers her up. Most of the time will be spent chaperoning, but hopefully, they will get to share a drink and a chat one of the nights they will be away.

Luke impatiently waits for (Y/N) to get to the entrance of the school, where the buses are already lined up and waiting for everyone to arrive so the trip can begin. The chaperons were supposed to be here half an hour ago, but (Y/N) is nowhere to be found, and that makes Luke nervous. For the past 2 days, all he has been dreaming of is spending the trip with her. And now he fears he is going to lose it. He taps his foot nervously on the gravel, mentally cursing her for always being late. He is going to be so pissed if she misses the trip, even though he is not entirely sure if he can be mad at her at all.

(Y/N) gasps as she reaches the entrance of the school, out of breath from running here carrying her bags along the uphill. “Where the fuck have you been?” Luke asks her, getting up from the bench he has been sitting. He reaches to pick one of her bags, but (Y/N) ducks him. “Good morning to you too. I am so glad you made it in time. I am excited too to chaperon with you…” She sasses, moving ahead, with Luke following right behind her, rolling his suitcase along. “Yeah, yeah. Seriously, would it kill you to be on time for one time?” He groans. (Y/N) drops her duffel and turns around to look at him, hands on her waist as she tries not to smack his face to the gravel. “Stop being a bitch at 7:30 in the morning, Hemmings.” She states, as calmly as she can for someone who is getting an earful. She picks up her bag and heads off, leaving Luke staring at her confusedly. None of them planned for the trip to start this way. (Y/N) certainly didn’t plan for Luke to scream at her first thing in the morning. And Luke did not want to watch his favorite person with a long face all day.

The pair didn’t exchange a single word, not in the bus, nor during the resting stop. And after the students were split into their rooms, (Y/N) quickly disappeared to her own room, leaving Luke cursing himself for making her feel so bad that she doesn’t even wanna talk to him. She didn’t even come down for dinner, which was the talk of the town, apparently. “I heard they fought this morning.” Jess whispers, picking a spoonful of rice from her plate. “Big news. Everyone knows they had a fight. The matter is, why did they fight?” Becca replies, toying her food with her fork. “You don’t think he is cheating, do you?” “No way. He would never do that…” “How do you know? And how do you know they are even together? This is getting creepy…” Roni scoffs, making her friends stare at her. "You have to be blind to not see those two have chemistry. And the way he looks at her is like something out of a movie. And really, no one is forcing you to participate in this conversation. You can always change the subject." Becca replies, infuriated by her friend's attitude. "Hard to change the topic when this is all you two talk about. Whatever, I am going to my room." Roni groans, picking up her plate to take to the finished dishes cart.

(Y/N) didn't expect to be this bitter over what happened in the morning, but hours after, she is still sulking over it. After a much-needed shower, she finds herself unable to focus on the book on her lap. She chose to skip dinner, knowing that Luke would be there, but now her stomach is grumbling in hunger. She curses herself for not packing any snacks with her, deeming them unnecessary since food was covered by the hotel. She sighs and leaves her book aside, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. Maybe falling asleep will allow her to forget her grumbling stomach until it is time for breakfast.

Luke wasn't in the best mood to stay too long with the rest of the chaperons. He had a bite of his food and left without saying much. Knowing (Y/N), he knows she is hungry by now. He has been watching her from afar all day and he saw she hasn't eaten anything. She can be mad at and distant from him all she wants, but he is not going to let her starve all night. The knock on (Y/N)'s door pulls her out of the miserable effort to fall asleep. She gets up, hoping that behind her door isn't a student in need of her assistance. She opens the door, finding Luke behind it. She looks at him coldly, but that doesn't seem to phase Luke, who holds up the bottle of wine he brought along the sushi and unagi takeout he bought from the city's center. "I didn't see you at dinner." He comments, looking at her, expecting an invitation in. "I wasn't hungry." She says shortly. "I figured." He shrugs. "I am still not." She adds but Luke knows she is lying. "Hmm... I am not really sure about that. I can hear your stomach grumbling." He points out, making (Y/N) furious about his straightforwardness. "What do you want, Lucas?" She asks, making him cringe. She knows he hates being called that. "I want to say I am sorry about the way I spoke to you in the morning. I was abrupt and rude. I am sorry I hurt you." He says bravely; he is not the type of guy to not admit his faults. And that is something that (Y/N), as much as she would like to stay mad at him, cannot help but admire. "You are forgiven. Is that all?" She asks, her tone softer than before but Luke can see that she is still rigid. "Mm, no. I brought you sushi and wine. In hopes of really being forgiven." He states. (Y/N) sighs and moves from the door, letting him in her room finally. "Where did you even find sushi?" She asks, closing the door carefully. "I went downtown..." "You went downtown, at this time, in a city you don't know..." "I got a taxi..." "You are more desperate for my forgiveness than I believed." She shakes her head at him, walking to her bed and taking a seat. "You seemed very hurt by what I did, and I know sushi is your soft spot..." He mutters, picking out of the bag the containers with their food.

"Thank you for this. I was really hungry." She admits with a small smile. "Then why didn't you come downstairs for dinner?" He asks, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "I was really mad at you." She shrugs, getting up to bring glasses for the wine. "Ignoring me during dinner would hurt more... Just so you know for the next time." "Are you planning on being rude to me any time soon?" She asks, knitting her eyebrows together. "I don't, I swear. But there are plenty ways someone could be annoyed by me..." "Highly doubt that... You are an angel." She passes him a glass as he opens the containers. "Aww, you think I am an angel... How adorable." He coos. "Are we even allowed to drink? What if a student needs help?" She asks him, tearing the paper wrap of her chopsticks. "There are other chaperons... You are asleep." He replies, pouring her a glass of wine. "No, I'm not." She narrows her eyes at him. "Yeah, you are." He chuckles, clinging his glass on hers. "I am still supposed to be mad at you." She states and he shrugs. "2 glasses of wine later you won't be..." He replies, taking a sip from his drink. "Oh, you are planning on staying here long..." She sighs, but she is more than just thankful to be spending her night in his company.

The wine has made (Y/N) feel warm, her face becoming red hot. Luke cannot help himself and smiles, reaching to stroke her cheek softly. "You are pretty cute when you are tipsy." He comments, making her scoff. The food is long gone, so now they are both laying on their backs, staring at the ceiling as they tell each other stories. It is pretty much a bit of nonsense drunk talk, but both seem to be having too much fun. Thankfully, no student is in need of their assistance, so they can continue with this, totally undistracted. "I'm not cute." She protests, pouting her bottom lip. "Yeah, you are." He insists, tapping her nose. She groans and props herself up on her elbow, knitting her eyebrows together as she shakes her head. "I am not cute. Stop calling me cute." She whines and Luke chuckles. "You are. You are mighty cute." He continues teasing her. "Don't call me cute. I don't want you to think of me as cute." She groans, making Luke prop on his elbow too, just so he can look at her better. "What do you want me to think of you as then?" He asks, making her shrug her shoulders nonchalantly. "Sexy..." She mutters, not sure whether or not she would like Luke to not have heard that. "Sexy?" He asks, taken aback by her response. "I mean..." She begins but there is no way she could salvage this. "You want me to think of you as sexy?" He mostly asks so he can hear himself say it, let the words sink in. "I..." She is at a loss of words, her heart pounding, and her face becoming flustered. "I already think of you as sexy..." He replies, deciding it is now or never he will open up his cards. (Y/N)'s eyes go wide, she blinks fast as she feels a warmth inside her. "You think I am sexy?" She asks, and he nods. "I think you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen..." He admits. "Yeah... right..." She scoffs. "Well, I could not breathe the first time my eyes landed on you. You were absolutely gorgeous, you still are. And ever since you haunt my dreams... I think you are more than sexy." He replies. (Y/N) looks at him with her mouth agape and the next thing she knows, she has straddled him, and her lips are on his.

Luke is surprised by how much bolder she is than him, but within a second, he is responding to her kiss, and his hands are resting on the small of her back. He had dreamt of this happening a thousand times, but the reality is way better than all his dreams combined. (Y/N) can feel Luke harden underneath her and that makes her moan; he needs her as much as she does. The times this fantasy came to her mind when she was touching herself is borderline creepy. But now he is underneath her, and they are kissing and God knows what happens next. "Fuck, I want you..." He moans against her lips, slipping his mouth down his neck. "I want you too. All of you..." She whines, practically aching from her need for Luke. She has been saving it up until now, holding back from letting the world know how much she would want him to pin her on a post below the bleachers and just take her. Of course, she has heard the Sports' Day rumors, and she wishes they were true. For months, those rumors were the ones that fed her fantasies. "Are you sure about this? This is not the wine talking, is it?" He asks her, fear written all over his eyes. He is scared she is going to say yes, and then he would have to stop. He wants her to want him, there is no other way he is going through with this. There is no other way he would want to make her his, only if she wants him to become hers. (Y/N) feels that words are not enough to describe her need for him. So she takes his hand, raising it to her face and sucking 2 of his digits in her mouth. Then she brings it to her pajama bottoms. She hooks a finger in the waistband of her shorts, getting his hand inside her panties. "That's how much I need you. And it is not the wine talking." She breathes funny, and that tells Luke he needs to do something so that breathing becomes funnier, and funnier, and funnier until she is gasping for air post-orgasm in the sheets below him.

He begins rubbing his fingers on her sex, gathering some of the wetness on her entrance, before he moves up until his index finds her clit. "Luke, I need you." She shivers. "I can see that..." He mumbles, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just... I am sure your fingers will make me feel amazing. But I need your cock... Please." She looks at him in the eye, trying to convey to him that she is about to burst. "You have a filthy mouth, you know that?" He asks, taking his hand out of her panties. "It is one of my best qualities, don't you think?" She asks, taking off her top. Luke hastily lowers his sweats, freeing his already hard cock. It takes all the self-control he has not to cum at the sight of her naked body; he wants this to be perfect, it has to after all the times he has pictured this moment. But he is sure a million songs could have been written for her body, and still, they wouldn't be enough to describe how magical it is. "We need protection." He groans, cursing himself silently that he didn't think of it before. (Y/N) chuckles, reaching for her makeup bag that rests on the nightstand. "I have some. But I am on the pill, and I am clean... So..." She trails off and Luke looks at her with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on his lips. "Are you suggesting I raw you?" He asks and she cringes. "You know you watch too much porn?" She asks, moving to straddle him again. "You can fix that, can't you?" He asks, bringing his palms to rest on her thighs. (Y/N) hovers over his cock, sitting with her core along his length. She shivers at how hard he is, his boner throbbing against her sex. Luke grits his teeth, resting his head on the pillows underneath him as he sits back and admires her. She grinds against him, earning a mouthful of moans from him. The pads of his fingers press on her thighs harshly, and for a second he swears he is just floating as he feels her move against him. She raises her hips and reaches down to hold his cock upright, but Luke beats her to it. He strokes his cock a couple of times, stroking his thumb over the tip of his cock, before (Y/N) lowers herself and takes him inside her. Her eyes flutter and she bites her bottom lip as she stretches around him. Her head lulls back and her hands try to find a place on his abdomen, so she can balance herself on him. "Oh, shit..." He moans, taking in the sight of her in that state. He would sell half his soul if it meant he would see her like that for the rest of his life. "I can't move..." She whines, a fire burning inside her as his length reaches further inside her. "Why?" He asks, panicking that she has now regretted it. "You feel so good inside me. But fuck, you are so big..." She replies and Luke hums. This just goes straight to his ego. His hands move to her hips, his thumbs rub on her soft skin. "I think you can do it, princess. I believe in you." He says in a low voice. (Y/N) can see stars; that voice, that pet name, this must be a dream.

Hesitantly she begins bouncing on him, her body jiggling as she moves. Luke can just cum by watching her move, and the way she wraps around him makes his head run a hundred miles a second at the ways he wants to have her. She thrusts her hips on his, in somewhat of a tempo now, trying to pace herself on how much pleasure she is getting at once. She wants this to last, she wants to get there with him. "God fucking damn it... Do you even know how fucking tight you are around my cock, princess?" Luke hisses, thrusting his hips up. (Y/N) gasps as the angle allows him to hit her spot perfectly. "Luke..." She moans out his name, feeling the need to bury her face in his neck and hold onto this feeling forever. Luke has never heard his name sound so good, it is almost like a happy melody slipping off her lips like that. He has to get his mind somewhere else, or he will cum inside her now. (Y/N) grounds her hips onto his, taking all of him inside her. She feels pressure on her belly, and that makes her crave more and more. Her hands move from his pecs up to his hair, tangling her fingers in his locks. She leans in, capturing his lips in a kiss as her ass bounces against his thighs, skin slapping on skin as they kiss, and moan, with their bodies pressed against each other. His hand reaches her ass, smoothing over it, squeezing her warm, plump skin, before his hand raises and lands on it. (Y/N) yelps and pulls away from the kiss, surprised but totally into this. "Do it again. Harder." She demands and watches as Luke's eyes sparkle. He spanks her ass again, making her move faster on him. The bed begins rattling as they move, but they just have to hope the hotel has good soundproof cause they are not willing to stop, not now, not at this point where everything just feels right. She hides her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth sinking in his flesh. "Jesus Christ..." He groans, his throat trembling.

With a swift motion, Luke pins (Y/N) on her back and fixes her legs on his shoulders. He starts thrusting inside her with force, groaning at every slam of his hips on hers. He just lets his primality take over, fucking her as fast and hard as humanly possible. (Y/N) fucking loves it, his cock is reaching that spot inside her that makes her feel him in her stomach, and his hand is resting tenderly on the side of her face, keeping it steady so he can look at her as he pleases her. Her face looks better than ever before, so far gone in the euphoria that Luke just falls more and more for her. (Y/N) has never seen Luke so rough, so out of breath, so fucking sexy. The look is a total contrast to the usual calm and collected mathematician, and (Y/N) thinks she is the luckiest woman for getting to see that side of him. "Fucking wreck me... Please." She whines, watching Luke as his face tenses. She can tell he is getting close, and so is she. But this cannot be over so soon. So she is trying to focus on anything else but his cock pulsing inside her, his chest glistening with sweat, and his face looking so rough, just so she can last a little longer. "You have the filthiest mouth for such a good girl. Next time I might have to gag you." He replies, pressing his thumb against her lips. She whines just at the thought, getting excited about the prospect. Her walls squeeze around him and that can send him into overdrive, but he holds back to let her cum first. "You are wrong if you think I am a good girl..." She replies, feeling her legs turn into jelly. "I think I am getting a hang of that now... I want you to cum around me. Can you do that for me, baby?" He asks, stroking her cheek softly. His voice is breaking and she knows he is just about on the edge. "I don't want this to end." She moans and Luke leans in for a peck on her forehead. "It won't end, baby." He promises her, giving her the strongest pound this far. She just yelps, gluing her hips on his and staring at his face as it twitches and he becomes a moaning mess. Her stomach tightens more and more as she rolls her hips slightly, letting Luke's tip press on her spot. Both their faces are red and their breathing is funny by this point. Luke gives her short thrusts, making sure the head of his cock still pushes where she needs him. "Luke..." She brings her hand on top of his, digging her nails to the back of his palm. Luke's free hand travels down between their bodies, his thumb stroking her clit in messy circles, praying that she will finally let go. "Luke, fuck... I can't... Fuck..." She cries out, her back arching as her brain goes fuzzy. "Lu..." She pulses around him and Luke groans, using everything he has to pull out of her. He hisses as he strokes his cock over her stomach, coating it with his cum, before he thrusts his cock inside her again, just to feel her pulse around him. "Oh, God..." She giggles, making Luke mimic her. She feels warm around him and he feels good on her body.

"I don't want to pull out." He admits, trying to find his breath again. "I am pretty sure your stomach is pressed on your cum." She reminds him and he chuckles. "Yeah, that's a petty detail." He replies, stroking her sweaty locks out of her face. "I can't believe we just did that." She sighs, making Luke lean down to kiss her softly. "Maybe one more round will convince you." He smirks. "You think you have it in you?" She asks and he chuckles. "Well, I know you have it in you." He winks at her. She bursts out laughing, covering her face with her hand. "You are a total idiot." She manages to say through a fit of laughter. "I know. And you look very cute when you laugh." He replies, kissing her neck as he pulls out hesitantly. (Y/N) feels suddenly empty and she wishes he could stay inside her forever, but they do need to clean up. "Cuter than I look with your cock inside me?" She asks and he hums. "Mmm, I don't know. We will need to repeat what we just did for me to tell you." He presses his forehead against hers. "I cannot tell you for how long I have been waiting for this." She admits. "If it is not since the day you met me, then I have been waiting longer." He replies. "Why the fuck didn't we do that earlier?" She groans and rests her head on his chest. "It doesn't matter... What matters is what we do forward." He states and she hums. "We shower, that's for sure. Do you... Do you want to stay over?" She asks, biting her bottom lip. "Were you planning on kicking me out?" He asks as she stands up to head to the shower. She holds her hand out for him, leading him onto the bathroom.

The phone rings and (Y/N) groans, burying her face deeper into Luke's chest. "Aren't you gonna pick that up?" He asks in his morning, groggy voice. "It is the stupid wake-up call. Martin gave the order all chaperons to be awakened one hour before breakfast starts." She mumbles and he hums. "They are going to call my room too?" He asks and she nods. "Probably. I don't want to leave this bed... Can't they just head for the activities on their own? I have way better things in mind for the day." She protests and Luke chuckles. "We have to get up. And I need to find a way to sneak out of your room without being seen." "It is too fucking early for anyone to see you getting out of my room." She replies, and he strokes her arm softly. "I don't know how I will get through the day without thinking of what happened last night..." "You will have to. And maybe if you pull this through, I can get you in my room again tonight." She looks at him with a smirk. "Well, if I fail, you are always welcome to sneak in my room." "We really chose the right moment to go through with this, didn't we?" She asks, tracing her pointer finger in circles over the skin of his chest. "I can't think of a better moment to start this." He replies, planting a kiss on top of her head. "We have to get up. I need to get ready for breakfast." "We are leaving right after breakfast?" He asks and she hums. "30 minutes so the students can finish eating and getting ready. Where was your mind when Timothy was giving directions?" She asks, planting a soft kiss on his neck. "You were mad at me and I was trying to come up with ways to make you stop..." He replies, closing his eyes at the sensation of her lips on his skin. "Mission accomplished..." She traces her lips down his chest, making Luke sigh happily. "Maybe you should stop doing that... Or we are going to miss breakfast." He groans. (Y/N) looks up to him with mischief in her eyes, moving her lips lower, kissing around his navel. "I can be pretty quick." She cocks an eyebrow. Luke runs his hand down his face, imagining how things will turn out in a few seconds. "We need breakfast." He tries to be the voice of reason, but her hand is already palming him through his boxers and he cannot, for the life of him, stop her at this point. "Fuck breakfast... We can grab a bite on the road. Come on... I want you..." She whines, her voice needy to the point Luke cannot bring himself to say no, no matter what she asks for now.

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hope for the best || ashton irwin

this gets a smutty...

You felt the fingers on the back of your neck, and if it were any other day of the week at any other time of day, you might be worried but as it stood, you knew it was your chem lab partner.

“Hey, Irwin.” you chirp, looking around to meet his eyes.

He immediately grins at you, “Hey you.” slipping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Cal, Hemmings.” You greet his two friends.

It was no secret that Ashton had a thing for you. He was extremely obvious about it but you tended to ignore his advances. Not because you weren’t interested, but because you knew he was trouble, and you had known it since he chose you for his lab partner.

“Did you get your hair cut? It looks nice.” Luke mentioned, flicking his hand through your shorter strands.

“I did. Thank you!” you flash a smile at him. Ash immediately reaches out, smacking his friend. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you Ash.” you giggle.

“Who said anything about jealousy?” he retorted, keeping you tight against him as you made your way through campus. “Want to get lunch with us?” he asked.

“Sure, I don’t think I’ve eaten since lunch yesterday.” you sigh.

“Hows your Spanish midterm coming?” Cal asks.

“Ugh, it’s a mess. Do you want to get together later and we can exchange and go over them together?”

“That’d be great actually. I’m struggling with mine. Come by the house later.” Cal says.

“Uhh. we’re gonna be getting ready for that party this weekend Cal, I don’t know if you’ll get much work done.” Luke pipes up.

“Shit, that’s true.” he groaned, smacking his forehead.

“Just come over to my place. And if Ashton can pull himself off one of the new freshman, he should come over so we can do this lab report too.”, you tease.

Ashton scoffed, “I’ve been good this semester… no freshman. But I thought we’d do it on Saturday afternoon, like we normally do.”

“Well, I have a date on Saturday night, so I’d prefer we do it before Saturday…” you shrug.

“Who is he?” Ashton asks, jealousy becoming evident in his hazel eyes and furrowed brow.

“Just a guy in my writing class.” you shrug again as you follow Cal to get lunch, Luke and Ash split off in the other direction reconvening with you at your usual table.

“Well, what’s his name? What’s he like? I guess you aren’t coming to the party this weekend.” Ash asks, his tone anxious.

“Have I ever come to a party?” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “His name is Derek and he’s a nice guy.” you shrug. “I don’t know a lot about him, we’ve only talked a couple times.”

“Shit. I have to go.” You check your phone and grab the rest of your sandwich and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stand up and gather your things. “I’ll catch you later, Cal. Make good choices, guys.”

Ashton watches as you walk away, leaning on his arm and running his hand through his hair.

“Derek. I hate the bastard already.” he sighs as his eyes follow you out of sight, losing himself in thought.

“Hang in there, mate. She’ll come around.” Luke said as he stood up, lightly punching Ash on the shoulder.

Cal shows up at your apartment later and informs you that Ashton said he’d come after practice. “Why are you so hard on Ashton?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” you look up from his paper.

“I mean, you know he has a thing for you, so why don’t you give him a chance?” Cal was genuinely concerned.

“Because I know Ashton… well I know his type. I’m not into that. Don’t get me wrong. I actually really like Ashton, but what I know or at least… perceive to be true about him... I don’t want to set myself up for that again.” You felt yourself growing defensive and begin picking at your already chipping nail polish.

“So, I think you realize then, that he may not be the person he puts himself out there to be. I definitely can understand your reservations about him, but I also think you should give him a try, because he’s a really good guy.” Cal explains matter-of-factly.

Well, shit. Maybe you hadn’t quite thought it all the way through.

“Did he send you over here to talk him up today?” you smirk.

“No, not really his style. I've known him a while, I think you'd be surprised by the kind of man he can be.” Cal shrugs.

You sigh, “I don't know Cal.”

“Just don't completely shut him down, ok?” You nod, agreeing with Cal's request.

You press your hand over your ear, and hold the phone closer to your other ear, listening to it just ring, biting your lip.

And finally, finally, a familiar voice answers, “Hello?” He questions.

“Hey, Ash. Are you like super drunk right now?” You sniffle. It's late and Derek was not the good guy you thought he was. Since you didn't want to put out, he left you at a party where you didn't know anyone or how you'd get home.

“Wait hold on, it's loud.” You hear him tell several people excuse me and then the background noise on his end stops, “Are you crying? Are you ok?” He asks.

“I need a ride Ash, can you come get me?” You cry into the phone.

“Yes, absolutely. I was just getting my first drink when you called. Where are you, I'm on my way?” He rambles, sounding concerned and quite pissed.

“I'm not really sure, I'll share my location.” You whimper.

“Are you safe? Can you do me a favor and go outside? Stick close to lights and people but just stay safe. Ok? I'll be there as soon as I can.” You heard his engine start, putting you at ease.

“Yeah, ok. Drive safe.”

“Stay. Safe.” He replied and hung up.

Ashton pulled up 15 minutes later. He got out of the car, his leather biker jacket in tow. You always liked that one on him most. As soon as you recognized him, you leapt off the porch and met him on the sidewalk. He put his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you along. He opened the door for you and watched as you got in the car, shutting the door after you.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked quietly. His hand reached out to grab one of yours which you were nervously twisting in your lap.

“He… uh… umm. He… I think he tried to drug me. But he… brought me a vodka cranberry, and…” Words were not really working for you at the moment. You could feel your eyes welling up again.

“You hate vodka.” Ash finished.

You nod your head, “so I didn't drink it. And he thought I did. And he tried to get me in a room alone, and I said no. And he called me a prude and he left. And shit I'm sorry. I panicked. I didn't know who to call.” You choked out your words. Ash had already heard you cry but you didn’t want him to see you cry too.

Ash’s jaw was flexing. “You can always call me.” He said through gritted teeth. “I'll kill this guy.” He mumbled as he lightly squeezed your hand. You could see his left hand going white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

“Ash, he's definitely not worth it.” You finally relax against the seat and let yourself grip Ashton's large hand.

“Y’wanna go home?” He asks.

“Not really. We can go to the party at your house, don't really want to be alone.” You began feeling hopeful. Maybe Cal was right.

“I can hang out with you, so you don't have to be alone.” He offers.

“Nah, it's about time I check out one of these world famous parties of yours.” You shrug.

And Ash seems to lighten up at your more comfortable state.

The ride to Ash’s house was quiet. He held your hand the entire time, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You were relaxed. You felt...safe.

When you walk into the party you are greeted with noise, and a booming voice. “NO WAY!! WHATS A GIRL LIKE YOU DOING AT A PARTY LIKE THIS?!”

You spin around and come face to face with your freshman year fuck buddy, Michael Clifford. You both smile and embrace.

“How are ya Clifford?” You ask.

“I'm good, but really. You never come to these, what brings you here?” Mikey had that same goofy grin that you had always found charming.

“Irwin came a saved me from a bad date so I thought I'd come to a party.” You shrug.

“How kind of you, showing favor to us peasants.” He bows. You feel your cheeks flushing red as you laugh.

“Well, a princess must treat her people every now and then!” you fake a curtsey.

Ashton’s hand slides on the small of your back and you turn to look at him. He leans in close to your ear, “Can i get you a drink?” you lean back, smile and nod, and he leans back in, “Whiskey?”

“Jameson and ginger, please?” you ask.

He nods, “You got it.” and you lean in and kiss his cheek and it makes him blush. Which you find very endearing.

He leaves you with Mike. “Haven’t seen a lot of you lately.” you mention.

“Well I've been locked in that music building, so i doubt you would have. You being good to my boys?” Mikey asks with a nudge.

“Obviously.” you laugh. “They are falling all over me.”

Ashton returns, handing you your drink and Calum is right behind him. “You’re here?!” Calum’s eye widen as he brings you in for a one armed hug, carefully holding his drink in his other.

“I am!” you smile at him and nod. “Ashton saved me from my date and I didn’t want to go home and be alone. So I told him I’d come here.”

“Oh, did he now?” Calum’s tone was laced with a distinct tone of ‘I told you so’. “Imagine that. Now, if you two will excuse me, I see a young lady in need of my attention.” He wiggled his eyebrows and danced off to the beat of the music.

About an hour and a few drinks later, Ashton had you pressed against a wall in the kitchen. There wasn’t a lot of traffic in there but every now and then someone walked in, seemingly always at the wrong moment. Thank God for liquid courage.

“Fuck… want you.” you whimper, his lips working your neck.

He pulls back and gives you a cocky grin, “Always knew you did.” he says back. “Upstairs?”

“Please.” he grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him.

As you guys pass by Mike, he hollers, “Ayo get it in, Irwin!” you flip him off and blush, but you press yourself against Ash and kiss the back of his neck, your fingertips graze his biceps.

“Can't get you alone fast enough.” Ash says to you, tugging you around, crashing his lips into yours. His fingers sink into the softer flesh of your hips.

“Why are we still standing here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Within the minute he has you pressed against the door of his shared room. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly and pull at hair at the nape of his neck as he holds you by your thighs. His breath was hot against your neck, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.The music isn't as loud, not that you'd be able to hear it with the thumping of your heart.

“You really had me fooled.” Ash whispered in your ear, pulling your shirt over your head. “I really thought you weren't interested.”

“Couldn't give in too quick. I've been around long enough to know how you are.” He returns you to your feet as your hands work his belt, it's undone before he realizes what you're doing. “Now. What are we working with?” You make quick work of pulling his jeans down and they stop about mid calf, his boxer briefs still in place. Ash is stood there, mostly in shock.

Your fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, snapping him out of it and he pulls it over his head. “You're a lot more eager than I expected.” He murmured, pulling you in and kissing you, hands working at your jeans. He gets them undone, pulls them down over your ass. “Matching lace… you sure you weren't expecting anything tonight?” He smirks and gives your ass a light smack.

“More like hopeful, but really glad it's you.” You hungrily kiss him, fingertips graze his hardening cock.

“Don't tease sweetheart. It'll get you in trouble.” He says against your lips.

At his words, you stick your hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock and start to jerk him. Your free hand tugs those down as well.

His cock is heavy in your hand, and larger than you expected. “Fuck. Ash.” You say, staring between the two of you.

“What's wrong?” He asks, nose and lips trailing along your jaw, finger tips trailing down your spine.

“I… just… fuck, Ash.” You tighten your grip around his cock and he gets the message.

“Sweetheart, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. You'll be well taken care of.” He pulls back, gently lifting your chin with his hand and looks you in the eye. “Ok?”

Your eyes meet his and you nod. “Ok.” You whisper. He pulls your hand off of him and intertwines both of your hands with his.

He kisses you briefly on the lips and then he starts to work his way down your body. Working at your neck and unhooking your bra.

He pulls back for a minute, letting your bra hit the floor. He also pulls his jeans and boxer briefs off. “You've got such pretty tits, sweetheart.” His fingers trail up your stomach and he gently gives your nipples a tug. Before you really know what's happening, he's wrapping his lips around your left nipple while he works the right between his fingers.

You let out a soft whimper as you feel his teeth graze along your nipple, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers grip into his hair and he switches nipples. You look down and Ash is looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. Your back arches into him and he welcomes it, his free hand presses into your back, keeping you arched for him. His lips are trailing down your stomach till he's on his knees.

He sucks hickies into both hips, the softer flesh easily turning purple under the gentle suction. He hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and looks up at you. “Won't be needing these…” he slowly pulls them down your legs. You kick them off and he turns you around and pushes you to the bed, letting you fall on it. “M’gonna eat your pussy babe. I've been thinking about how you taste since we met.” He admits. He stifles the smile creeping onto his face as he looks you from toe-to-head by pinching his lower lip between his fingers.

Ash looks at you and you nod. He leans in and kisses you, allowing his smile to be seen. He works himself down your body and once he situates himself on the floor, he grabs your ankle, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You giggle and it draws Ash's attention to your mouth, but not enough to kill the mood. His lips make quick work up your leg. He sucks hickies into each of your thighs, coming so close to where you want him, but he's not giving in yet.

He finally drapes your left leg over his shoulder, his hand coming around and resting on your stomach. And suddenly, he takes his first lick, a long, fat stripe right up your clit.

“You're so wet for me.” He moans, his large hand tensing as he grows more excited. He takes another lick, this one impossibly slower. “You taste so good sweetheart.”

You look down and see him looking up at you as he starts sucking your clit. You buck your hips and he firmly pushes you back down. You gently tug on your nipples with both hands before one finds it’s way to his hair.

“I need to hear you.” His hand delivers a sharp slap against your pussy, causing you to moan out. His eyes quickly flick up to yours. “Like that, did ya?”

“Mmmmm… fuck… Ash… yes.” His mouth was back on you, his skilled tongue working up and down your clit as he started working two fingers into you.

“That's better.” He murmured against your clit.

He keeps working you until all you can do is move your hips as much as his hand will allow and murmur “fuck… Ash…. yeah….” between moans.

He finally pulls away, much to your dismay. “Ash.” You whine, watching him stand, his hands guide your hips back on the bed, making more room for him between your legs.

“No whining, sweetheart. I said I'd take care of you and I meant it.” He says, and you take note of the bit of a dominant tone in his voice. You watch as he digs into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. “I'm about to fucking burst.” He murmurs. “You, all hot and bothered and moaning my fucking name… it's a fuckin sight.”

You watch as he rolls the condom on and then he pours some of the lube into his hand and he works two fingers and the lube into you. “You're already so wet… just wanna make sure it doesn't hurt.” He kisses the inside of your knee and leans over you. His fingers coming out of you and a hand resting on either side of your head as he finally kisses you. You moan at the taste of yourself on him. Ash reaches down to line himself up with you, he uses the tip to tease your clit a few times and he enjoys watching you arch into him. “You good with this position?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I'll let you know if we need to change.” You nod. Ashton's lips come back to yours as he slowly slides his cock in you. He pulls away and watches you, judging your reaction. He rests his forehead against yours when he sees you seem to be ok.

One of your hands slips up his side, the other into his hair.

“You’re so tight.” He moans. “Lemme know when I can move.”

You nod, “ok, move.” You can feel he's bottomed out in you and you need him to move before the little bit of pain becomes too much for you.

Ashton slowly draws his hips back, and moves them back in painfully slow.

“Fuck baby… so. Fucking. Full.” You whimper, breathing picking up as his pace starts to.

His lips work your neck, sucking and kissing, hickies popping up on your skin, little moans and grunts leaving his mouth in between.

His pace picks up. Dirty little nothings spilling out of his mouth and against your skin. “Fuck baby… so tight… fuck you’re beautiful… you're taking my cock so good… princess.” His body has tensed to the point you can see the outline of each muscle of his seemingly flawless body.

Your leg wraps around him and your hand tightens in his hair. “Ash… m’close.” You warn.

“Fuck… yea… give it to me princess. I've got you.” He murmurs. His hand slides down your thigh of the leg wrapped around him and delivers a nice sharp slap to your ass. You moan out and arch your back. “You like that, hmm? Gonna have to keep that in mind.” He gives you another one and grabs a handful of ass afterward.

“Mmmm, fuck, do it again.” You moan out.

Ashton happily delivers another smack to your ass. “Dirty little princess, huh?” He pants. His pace is quickening and you can tell he's about to come undone. He smacks your ass again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck. That's right sweetheart, squeeze my cock.”

“Ash Ash Ash.” You chant as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your finger nails leaving marks down his back, you turn your head and bite his forearm as you you start to come down and that seems to push him over the edge. You feel his cum spill out into the condom as he grunts. He rides out his high, his hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside you.

“Told you I'd take care of you.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you deep and hard. He pulls away and looks at you for reassurance before kissing your forehead. You feel his thumb press against your clit as he slowly pulls out and the feeling makes your toes curl. He stands and gives your clit a few rubs before you reach down and stop him.

“Too much.” You whimper, pulling your legs closed.

“Mm’kay. Something tells me you might be into that, but we can explore another time.” He chuckles. He disposes of the condom and pulls his underwear back on, you watch him from the bed. He's tired, spent. And so are you. He leans over you and kisses you. “M’gonna get a rag for clean up.”

When he returns to the room, your eyes are closed. You feel the bed dip and your eyes flutter open. He leans in and kisses you as his other hand uses the rag to clean you.

He hands you your panties as he chucks the rag in the direction of his dirty clothes bin. “Wanna stay?”

“D’you mind?” You ask, pulling your panties up your legs.

“I wouldn't have asked if I minded.” He watches as you sit up, and then quickly moves to get you a shirt, grabbing a pair of shorts as well.

He walks with you hand in hand to the bathroom and stands guard while you go. Once you're back in his room, you take off the shorts and gather the rest your clothes, setting them on a desk chair.

“Get your ass in bed.” He smiles and he playfully smacks your ass. He's standing at the light switch, waiting on you.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “M’glad I finally came to one of these.” You whisper.

“Me too.” He smiles against your lips. You peck him one last time and go and climb in the bed. He shuts off the lights and joins you. “I think we should do this again.” He whispers. “On a more permanent basis, with dates and shit.” He pulls you close, making sure your bodies are pressed together.

“Wow… that's the nicest way anyone has ever asked me out.” You yawn. “But I’m game. I like you, Irwin.”

“I like you, too.” He pulls you in for a kiss.

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Vanilla (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Vanilla bunk sex with Luke (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 1.3k)

"Does your pretty head still hurt, baby?" Luke asks as he slides in our bunk. I shake my head, smiling softly at my sweet boyfriend. "I am just tired now." I whisper, reaching in and pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Aw, pretty girl... The rest of the gang is in the lounge and they are watching a movie. I'll go tell them we won't be joining them." He replies, stroking his thumb tenderly over my cheek. "You don't have to stay with me, babe. Go join them." I yawn, making him chuckle. "I am kinda spent too. Tonight's show was crazy." He assures me, kissing my forehead tenderly. "I am so sorry I missed it..." I pout and he mimics me before sliding out of the bunk and letting me sink onto the mattress a bit more.

I scoot to the side to leave room for Luke, who climbs in and presses a kiss on my lips. "They said they will try to be quiet." Luke states, pulling me onto his chest. "Which in their terms translates to being louder than a plane on takeoff." I giggle and he hums. "Yeah, but like... They can't hear us if they are making noise." He cocks an eyebrow at me, lowering his hand to my hip, tracing a pattern with his thumb on my skin. "Hear us?" I ask, playing it a bit dump. He presses his body more on mine, planting a kiss below my ear. "Yeah, princess. You tend to be pretty loud..." He puts emphasis on his words, his fingers trailing down to my thigh and moving to my bikini line, where it gets soft and I get ticklish. "I am the loud one? Not you? Need I remind you that your moans almost got me evicted?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. "Can we settle this on both of us being loud and just get to the part where you are on your back and I am hovering over you?" He asks, slipping the tip of his fingers inside my panties. "Yeah, I guess we can..." I murmur, bringing my hand to stroke his face. "That's my girl..." He replies, moving a bit to get on top of me. "I need you... I need you to help me take the tension out." He cups my face and makes me look him in the eye. "Use me... Use me any way you want." I whimper, bringing a smile to his face. "I don't wanna use you..." He replies, shaking his head before landing his lips on mine.

Eager hands inch down my body, ridding me of my underwear before his digits press on my core, feeling my wetness. His mouth moves from mine, falling to my chin and leading down my jaw, all while his breath fans against my skin. "You'll be quiet for me? Hmm, princess? You are going to be quiet, aren't you?" He asks me, his teeth grazing over my skin. "Yes..." I whisper, stretching my neck and allowing him to move his lips there. He moans against my skin, bringing his hand between our bodies to free his cock. "I love you so fucking much..." He presses his forehead to mine, running his tip up and down my sex, gathering wetness. "I love you, bub..." I stroke his cheek before he takes my hand in his and eases in me, making me close my eyes and sink in the sensation.

He goes in slowly, giving me time to feel every inch of him go inside me until he bottoms out and then pulls out of me. His fingers intertwine with mine, forehead pressed on mine still as he thrusts in again. This time, he doesn't take his cock out of me as he pulls back, leaving the tip in, making me clench around it on purpose. "It feels good?" He asks, engulfing my lips with his before I could respond. He lunges in me forcefully, one short thrust doing the job and getting me to jolt back. I bite on his bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut as I wait for his next move. His body is warm against mine, even though skin on skin is prevented by 2 layers of clothes.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he moves in and out of me, trying to set a steady rhythm for us. He lets go of my hand, slipping his under my shirt, tracing on my ribcage. "You look so beautiful like that. With me inside you..." He praises me; the pendant of his necklace moves on my skin, giving me a cooling feeling to contrast the burning fire that has found its way to my stomach. "I adore you." I gasp, gripping onto his bicep. He slams onto me, quickening up as we both build an appetite for a high.

I let my hand travel from his bicep to my clit, pressing my fingers onto it and rub it in circles as he urges inside me; his softly shaped curls move as he has me, bouncing back and forward as he moves. His hand goes from my ribs to my chest, and he uses his thumb to stroke over my nipple. It feels suffocating, being on such delicate overstimulation, while at the same time trying to be quiet. "Luke, I think... I need you to... Hit a little deeper." I say through shaky breaths, causing him to gulp down and bite his bottom lip, seconds before he angles up and guides his cock a little deeper. "Look at you... Taking all my cock inside your warm little pussy." He admires, making my fingers move quicker on my bundle of nerves. "It feels so good... You feel so good." I sigh, curling my toes and bucking my hips up a little. "You're gonna cum, darling? You're gonna cum around my cock, pretty girl?" He asks, growling by my ear. "In a bit... In a bit, baby." I whimper, feeling like I am choking for air.

He pounds his hips on mine, with every move gasping for air. He twitches inside me, making it even harder for me to keep my cool. "Fuck me, I could do this all day. I wanna do this all day." He grunts; all I do is stare at his face tensing and his Adam's apple popping out more as he gets sloppier with every thrust. My eyes shut tightly as I take the first wave of my orgasm, biting onto my free hand to muffle myself. "Shit, you look so fucking good, princess..." His voice breaks at the end, making this even hotter. "Luke... This is too much." I groan in frustration, letting my hand fly to his bicep and dig my nails in his skin. "I just need a bit more time... Just a little more." He lets out, becoming frantic as he slows down, feeling me tighten and convulse around him.

"I'm gonna cum..." He groans, tightening his grip on my hips. He holds me down, grunting as he runs after his peak, his stomach inflating and falling as he tries to catch his breath. He cums after a second, whining and letting his head fall on top of mine.

He stays there, still inside me as his breathing goes from shallow to normal, running his fingers through my hair as we both smile at each other. "You know what..." He begins as he rolls to the side, laying to his side and looking at me. "I actually don't..." I tease him, making him roll his eyes. "You are so obnoxious..." He huffs, but I lean in and press a kiss on his forehead. "Sorry..." I mumble and he hums. "I wanted to say that I never actually like vanilla sex before you... You taught me how nice it is to actually be soft with someone, touching, kissing, going slow... I love it." He whispers, stroking my arm with the back of his hand. "I thought you liked being rough." I reply and he nods. "I do... But I started loving vanilla sex, because of you." He explains and I purr happily. "You are such a soft boy... My soft boy." I coo, squishing his cheeks before I kiss his lips.

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Spanked (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: After a fight with (Y/N), Luke decides to make something out of his frustration. (Smut / Post-fight Sex / Spanking / Unprotected Sex) Based on Sexual Prompt #37: "You sure want to go there, princess?" (Request) (Words: 2.1k)

I unlock the door of my house, already looking forward to the moment that I am going to slip into clean pajamas and under my comforter. I had a rough day; well, a rough couple of days to be honest. Since my fight with Luke, I feel drained, not in the mood for doing anything. I kick my shoes off and throw my keys on the little island next to the door, taking a deep breath to apprehend the emptiness of the house. I chuckle to myself as I walk to my kitchen to boil some water for my ramen; honestly, I am not even in the mood for eating, but I need to put something in my stomach before going to bed. I hate when Luke and I fight, every time getting worse and worse. It feels like a little bit of me dies with every quarrel. I love Luke and this makes me feel awful, but I need him to understand that the life that we live is harsh on me.

I put on a Netflix documentary and pick up my ramen cup, curling up on the couch even more. I mostly play around with my food, only taking a spoonful or 2 before my doorbell rings. I groan as I stand up from the couch and shuffle my feet on the floor towards the door. I stand on the tip of my toes and take a look through the peephole; Luke is standing behind my door, looking a little tired. "What are you doing here, Luke?" I ask as I open the door. I stand in front of him, looking at his face for any sign of what mood he is in. "I came to see you. Aren't you going to let me in?" He asks and I chuckle. "Depends. Can you see my point now?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Luke rubs a hand over his face, taking a harsh breath. "(Y/N), please. I came over so we could talk things out. Show some compassion." He breathes out, shaking his head. "Come in." I mumble and move to the side. Luke walks in slowly, standing a few feet away from the door.

"What do you have to tell me?" I ask, taking a seat on the couch and motioning him to do the same. "I have nothing new to tell you. I was hoping you would have come to your senses by now." He replies. I feel warmth crawl to my face as I try to keep myself from acting out. "Well, don't hold your breath, honey." I say, cocking an eyebrow at him. "(Y/N), I honestly don't see your issue right now." He replies, shrugging his shoulders at me. "My issue is that you barely ever act like my boyfriend in public. I don't get why you don't touch me, kiss me, or even fucking hold my hand in public. I feel like I am nothing more to you than just the person you have sex with whenever you feel like it." I claim, standing up from the couch. "What the fuck?" I hear him groan, making me chuckle sarcastically, and turn to look at him. "You heard me. By now, I don't even know if I mean anything to you." I reply, my voice getting a little louder. "Would I be here if you meant nothing to me?" He asks, standing up as well. "Well, you are afraid you might lose your standard chick." I throw my hands in the air. "You are being ridiculous right now, (Y/N). You know you are more than just what you said. You mean everything to me." He protests. "You don't make it seem like it." I chuckle. "(Y/N), please..." "No, Luke... You barely claim me as your when we are in public. I know you need to keep your options open, but this still hurts me." I say, feeling my body tense as the words escape my mouth. "Keep my options open?" He asks me a bit offended, looking at me with half-open eyes. "Yes, be out in the market, not settle down. Have this image of the playboy... But if this is what you want to be, I can't be with you." I almost scream at him. I watch him ball his fist as he approaches me, looking completely pissed off. "You are mine and just mine. And I am yours. Just yours. Period." He growls, pulling my head up by my hair. "Then act like it." I reply coldly.

"You sure you want to go there, princess?" He asks me, almost spitting out the words. His hand moves from my hair to my throat, gripping slightly as he pushes me towards the bedroom. My hands go on top of his hand, just in case this gets too intense. "I am going to mark every part of your body. I am going to make you scream so loud that your neighbors will fucking know my name. And if you need even more validation, I will fucking get your name tattoed on my forehead." He growls as he pushes me on the bed. "You can't solve all our problems with sex." I state and he smirks at me. "I know. But I can fuck you really good so you can calm down and see everything with a clear head." He says, grabbing me by my ankle and flipping me so I am on my stomach. "But first, I gotta give you a red ass, so you learn your lesson, princess. I think your brattiness has gotten off the charts lately." He says, snatching the bottoms of my pajama down to my ankles. I kick it off as Luke strokes my ass in circles while he takes a seat on the bed. "Pretty ass. My pretty ass. Mine." He hisses before his palm collapses on my ass. The first slap barely hurts, but I jump a little from the surprise.

"Come on, princess. You and I both know that you can take more than just a light slap on your pretty ass." He comments before he brings his hand down to give me another one. I don't react to the second one since I barely felt anything. "Your ass is already a pretty shade of pink, princess." He comments, running his hand soothingly over the imprint of his hand. On the third slap, I whimper a little, feeling the slight stinging on my cheek. "Feels good, huh? You love my hand on your ass, right princess?" He pesters me; I can hear his stupid smirk in his voice, making my blood boil. "I sure do love the sound of my palm against your ass." He whispers before his hand lands on my ass again. I wince at the feeling, biting my bottom lip. "Oh, come on, princess. I know that you know that 12 is your breaking point." He chuckles, stroking my ass. "Are you going to take it that far?" I ask, balling my fists. "Mmmh, I don't know. I might... I will only stop when I am happy with my claim mark." He hisses as his hand lands on my ass. I scream this time, feeling tears running down my cheeks. "Come on, princess. Keep your pretty mouth shut, we don't need the neighbors worrying." He chuckles. "Or maybe we do." I reply, turning my head to look at him. "Are you enjoying this, princess?" He asks with a sly smirk on his face. "If you put your hand between my folds, you'll find out how much..." I say, shaking my bum from side to side. He hums for a moment, before his hand lands on my ass once more. "Nice try, princess." He comments, this time leaving a bite on my ass along with the slap.

I feel the mattress shift, signaling that Luke is standing up from it. Again, I turn to look at him, trying to read into his actions. He grabs me by my hips and drags me until my ass is pressed up against his bulging cock. "Arch that back downwards..." He orders, leaving one last slap on my butt. I stretch my ass out and rest my chest on the mattress. "You are my girl. My girl, mine." He whispers, lowering my panties. I smile to myself, biting my bottom lip. I feel him run his tip along my folds, gathering wetness before he lines up in front of my entrance.

(Luke's POV) I bite my bottom lip as I push the head of my cock inside her. Her body falls a little as I thrust in, while she releases a throaty moan. My fingers on her hips grip harder, trying to keep her in place as I guide my cock inside her tight, pretty pussy. "Say it. Say what you are." I groan, giving her a deep thrust. She whimpers, her cute little voice making my cock throb inside her. "Your girl." She whimpers again. Her voice is low, barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you are." I hiss, thrusting in her even harder. The sound my skin makes on her skin echoes in the room, playing in my ears like music. "I am your girl. Your girl." She screams this time, gathering the sheets in her fists and pulling on them. "Mine." I groan, moving my hips against her ass. The part where I left the spanks feels hot against my skin, adding to the tingling sensation in my body.

My hand snakes upwards, twisting her hair in a makeshift ponytail. I pull her hair, pounding in her in a fast, harsh pace. Her wetness makes it easy for me to slide inside her, reach places that make her scream in agony and pleasure. I slip out of her, making her protest. "No... Don't leave me like that." She whines and I chuckle. "It was an accident, princess. God, you are such a cock-hungry slut, aren't you?" I tease her, pulling at her hair harder as I run my tip along her clit. "I feel empty... Please..." She begs, moving her ass to grind on my cock. I slip inside her, earning a satisfied moan from her lips. I let her bounce her ass to do the thrusting, my hand that was holding onto her hair now moving on her lower back along with the other. I feel her walls tightening around me, the whole feeling just driving me towards my edge. She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, taking her innocent look as she takes my cock deep in her. "You feel so good inside me." She moans, shutting her eyes and biting her bottom lip. My chest heaves at the sight; she is simply too perfect for me. "I am so close... So close..." She cries out, taking my dick inside her as deep as possible and wiggling her ass. "Cum for me, princess." I reply, moving my hips as well.

I thrust in her powerfully, making her scream out my name. I feel her pulse around me as her body freezes up and drops a little. "Shit." I curse, feeling her milk my cock. "Where do you want me to cum, princess?" I groan through gritted teeth. "Inside me, please." She moans, turning her head to smile at me. All I can do is chuckle, grip on her hips harder, and thrust inside her pulsing pussy.

I throw my head back as I cum, making incoherent sounds. (Y/N) moans and rests her head on the mattress below us, gripping onto the covers even harder. I slip out of her, collapsing next to her on the bed and pulling her onto my chest. I watch her smile as she presses a kiss on my chest. "I am sorry I made you feel like I don't want to claim you in public. I was trying to protect you from yellow paper claims, but I guess it made you feel horrible." I sigh, stroking her hair. She hums, perking up a little so her eyes meet mine. They look at me in a warm way, which makes me feel like she is judging me. "Your heart was in the right place, but your logic was off. You could have talked to me about your thoughts, we could have found a way to deal with them. But I guess, I am the only thing in your mind right now, so there is not much space for thought, huh...?" She giggles, reaching up to kiss me softly on the lips. "You have made me stupid. Even more than before." I giggle, returning the kiss. "It's ok. We will be just a couple of stupid kids in love." She whispers, smiling sweetly.

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‘Lie to me’ by 5sos (Luke Hemmings Smut/ The Youngblood Series)

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Summary: Luke makes (Y/N) pick between him and her boyfriend. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Spanking / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request) (Words: 2k) (Part 2: Ghost of you , Part 3: If walls could talk , Part 4: Better Man)

Dressed in a little black dress and a leather jacket per his request, I knock on his front door, looking around me to see if anyone is watching me. I wait for him to open the door, getting jittery and anxious about seeing him tonight. With my boyfriend back in town in a couple of hours, Luke's booty call was the worst thing that could happen, but he has such power over me that I got in my car and drove to his place without realizing it.

Luke opens the door, quickly pulling me into the house without a word. I chew on my bottom lip looking at his face as he tenses up, while he removes my jacket, dropping it to the ground. "You are late." He growls leaning down to grab my chin and yanking my head up. "I am sorry. I came as fast as..." I begin but he places his thumb on my lips, stopping me. "You are sorry what, little slut?" He demands, hissing through greeted teeth. "I am sorry I am late, Sir." I mumble. I watch his lips form a smirk, revealing how pleased he is with the phrase. "Good." He growls, pulling me to the wall. My back hits the hard cold surface making me squeal in pain. Before I can recover from the blast, I am with my chest on the wall, dress hitched over my ass, and Luke humming pleased. "Looks great. Let's see if you can take it today..." He whispers, pressing his body upon mine. I feel his hard-on press against my ass, making me grind on him. His hand lands on my buttcheek, making me yelp. "Come on little whore, I know your ass can take a couple of slaps, can't it?" He asks, running his hand soothingly over the part he just slapped. I nod my head and stick my ass out for him, knowing that this will please him. His arm is propped up against the curve of my waist, pressing my chest on the wall. "I see you get it easily." He comments, raising his hand and landing it on my ass again.

The first slap almost never hurts and he seems to know it, starting me with a mild force. Taking his time to rub on my ass, the arm that was on my waist now reaching to pull at my hair. "Does your boyfriend know you like it rough? Can his vanilla ass give it right to you?" He growls, the slap delivered on my ass being fully forced. My skin feels like it's on fire, the stinging now being more intense, but still not pushing me to my edge. "No." I moan, choking as the next slap is delivered right after the previous. I turn my head over my shoulder, trying to look at him, but the hand tangled in my hair forces my head back to place. "He doesn't know how to please you, does he? He doesn't know where to touch you, does he?" He asks again; we've been through those questions in the past, but I guess he constantly needs assurance. "I asked you a question and I am expecting an answer." He growls, spanking me one more time, his hand squeezing my ass after it lands on it. "He doesn't, he doesn't." I scream, my body sliding down the wall. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, snatching my head back. I have to catch my breath before answering, but Luke seems to ignore that. "I said, who do you belong to?" He growls, slapping my ass again. Tears roll down my cheeks by now, with every slap I jolt up. "You, I belong to you." I cry. I hear him chuckle, satisfied by my response. He releases my hair, stroking his hand over my bum softly to soothe the redness and stinging. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he pulls them down, kneeling down as he lowers them. "Fuck, you are dripping. Your underwear is almost sticking to your pretty cunt." He comments, digging his nails in my flesh. I gasp, chills running down my spine. Once my underwear reaches my knees, his hand sticks between my lips, making his fingers coated with wetness. He presses his hand and moves it back and forth, giving me a little something to make my stomach knot. "Don't let those roll down your legs." He orders before he dips his tongue between my folds. I scream in pleasure, trying to claw on the wall in front of me. He rolls my clit with his tongue, slurping on my wetness. I grind against his face, doing everything I can to get as much pleasure as possible. "Fuck, this is so good." I choke. Luke hums before he traces my hole with his tongue. Thrusting it inside me, I feel like my body is on fire, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. His hands grope my ass, massaging it softly. My eyes are shut and my face is pressed against the wall, completely giving in. I feel my throat drying up and my blood running thick inside me. "I am so close..." I fight for breath.

Luke gets up before I could cum, ruining everything for me. I almost snap at him, but then I remember the last time I did that, I had a bruised ass for a week. Thankfully, my boyfriend was out of town touring and it didn't give us away. "You will cum when I tell you to, you know the rules." He groans, spinning me around to face him. I part my lips and nod, enjoying this rough look on him. "Good girl. You are such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?" He smirks, stroking my face in circles. "I am, daddy." I reply, smiling at him. He leans down to kiss me, beginning softly. His tongue traces my bottom lip as he unzips my dress, fingertips grazing my naked skin. I let him slip his tongue in my mouth, granting him full dominance over my body; not that it was needed, he already does whatever he wants with my body.

The kiss turns passionate, he is kissing me almost like his life depends on this particular kiss. My hands find their way to his body, but he quickly grabs them and puts them together. He stares at me angrily; I can't read him right now, today is unlike any other day. Not breaking eye contact, he presses my body more on the wall, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Thumb pressed against my throat, he makes me look at him. "Are you going to be a good slut for me?" He asks me, unzipping his jeans. I nod, parted lips and walls still spasming from the ruined high. The tip of his cock grazes between my lips, the only thing keeping me steady on the wall being his body. "Use words, princess." He orders. I feel his precum oozes from the tip, my wetness mixing with it as he rubs his cock along my hole. "I am, daddy. I am going to be so good for you. Just, give me your cock, please." I plead, edging closer. "Oh, I am princes... I just need to hear from your lips how bad you want my cock. Tell me babygirl, how bad do you want my thick cock to stretch your tight walls? How bad do you want my tip hitting your back wall? How bad do you want me to cum deep inside you, make you feel my cock throb?" He asks, teasing me as he kisses my exposed skin. "Please, Luke, don't do that to me right now." I whine weakly. He slaps my cheek, lightly, making my eyes go wide. "Do you think you are the one in charge here, pretty girl? Do you think that you can tell me what to do and what not? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?" He asks; his pupils are fully blown, darker than ever. "No... Just, please... Let me feel your cock. Please." I gasp.

Luke smirks and slams inside me, giving me no time to adjust. Fully in and then out, he takes his time before he thrusts in, biting his lip as he enjoys me melting into a puddle in front of him. The moment he thrusts his hips on mine, driving his cock deep inside me, my hands go o the back of his neck, gripping tightly until my nails are leaving marks on his skin. I hear him groan in frustration, throwing his head back. His thick veins pulse against my walls, making my stomach tumble. Fuck, he just started and I already am going mad. "My little whore. Tell me what you are." He demands, slamming hard inside me. "Your slut." I cry, rolling my hips on his. "Louder, I need my neighbors to know." He groans. "Your slut. Your fucking slut, your perfect little toy." I almost scream, my voice breaking at the end from the pleasure as Luke hits right on my g-spot. "Fuck. Please do that again." I scream, my toes curling. Luke chuckles and slams his hips against mine, his skin slapping on my skin, and his body clenching as my walls begin tightening around him. "You like that, babygirl?" He asks cockily. "Yes daddy, so much. I am so close, please, let me cum..." I plead, feeling the knot in my stomach about to snap once more. Luke just smiles at me, leaning down to kiss me as he moves his hips sloppily.

I cum, biting his lip as my body jiggles and jolts. My nails dig in his skin as my head falls back. I scream his name between curses, feeling like my whole body is tearing down from the inside. Luke follows suit, cumming inside me as he growls through gritted teeth. I look at his face, tensed and red from the orgasm. We both pant for breath, smiling at each other. "Hi." He says softly, kissing my lips softly as well. "Hi." I giggle. "I've missed you." He says, letting me back on my feet but still holding me as my legs are jelly. "I know. I've missed you too." I state, stroking his cheek.

I get out of the shower, making sure I have cleaned Luke's scent of me. I walk into his bedroom where my dress is, humming a tune. Luke stares at me, smiling tiredly. "You are gorgeous." He comments. I smile, letting my towel loose as I pick up the little black dress. "It's the afterglow of a great fuck." I reply, making him chuckle.

"Can you stay the night?" He asks out of the blue. "Luke, you know that he is going to be back tonight. He will want to see me." I reason. Luke groans jumping up. "Screw him." He shouts. "I am not sure you would want that." I state, slipping in my dress. "I am serious, (Y/N). I am tired of this." "You knew since day 1 about it, Luke." I groan. "Yes, but I am fucking in love with you and I am tired of you leaving and going back to him. I am tired of sitting in a room that still has your scent in it while picturing him undressing you. I am tired of all of this, (Y/N)." He states, looking as serious as ever. "Luke..." I begin but he stops me. "No, (Y/N). Don't try to sugar coat it. You know how I feel about you, the choice is yours. But remember that if you leave now, I won't be here when you are back. "What are you saying, Luke?" "It's either him or me. Pick." He says, making the room fall into complete silence after that.

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First time (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) visits Luke on tour and decides it is time they take their relationship to the next level. Based on sexual prompt #37: "You sure want to go there, princess?" (Mention of Sex/ Suggestive Content) (Words: 421)

"I've missed you so much..." I cheer as Luke enters his hotel room. He looks surprised, his eyes scanning my frame. "(Y/N), you.. you are here..." He stutters, walking towards me. I smile and sit up from the bed, smiling from ear to ear. "Surprise..." I cheer, throwing my hands up. He laughs and cups my chin, his fingers, tracing my face. He leans in and kisses me, his soft lips engulfing mine. I smile as I taste him, a feeling I have almost forgotten. "You are here..." He states once more, smiling so big, it almost reaches his ears. "I am here..." I whisper and he hugs me tightly. "How? I mean, I thought you still had classes..." He asks me. "I lied... to surprise you.." I say, giggling. "You lied? You lied to your boyfriend...? " He asks, faking a serious tone. "I am sorry..." I giggle as he picks me up and puts me softly on the bed. "Now you are going to pay..." He threatens me, hovering above me.

He starts kissing my lips softly, his hands glued to my chin. I smile against his lips, taking in every moment I spend in this bed with him. "You are so beautiful. You are so damn beautiful." He mumbles against my lips. I open my mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Now his hands travel down my curves, softly tracing them. My hands go to his neck, pulling at the soft curls on the base of it. His hand barely slips under my top, but goosebumps immediately erupt on the surface of my skin. I moan, feeling the need to get more from him. His fingers massage my hipbones, his teeth hungrily bite my lip, pulling my bottom lip and making me shiver. "Luke... I need more." I moan, pleadingly. He stops and stares at me, his mouth agape. "You... you need...more?" He asks me surprised. I nod and bite my lip, looking at him innocently. "You sure want to go there, princess?" He asks me once more. "I am. " I reply, pecking on his jaw. "If you feel like you wanna stop, at any moment, tell me. Ok, princess? " "Luke, I've wanted you to be my first for so long. And now I know that I want to do it today... I am sure." I reply. "I love you so much, princess..." He whispers, stroking my hair. "I love you too, my prince. " I whisper before he starts kissing me again.

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‘If Walls Could Talk’ by 5sos (Luke Hemmings Smut) (The Youngblood Series)

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Summary: Luke and (Y/N) attend one of Calum's masquerade parties, where each other's costumes give them dirty ideas. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Facial / Oral; Female Receiving) (Words: 2k) (Part 1: Lie to me , Part 2: Ghost of you, Part 4: Better Man)

(Luke's POV) Mornings next to her feel like heaven, even after a year and a half of officially being together. Even with her back to me, she makes me grin like a little boy. I press my body closer to her, burying my nose in her hair. Her body feels warm against mine, providing me with extra comfort so I won't leave our bed in the morning. Not that I would, with her being next to me. As I wrap my arms around her, I feel pure bliss. She purrs in her sleep, bringing a smile to my lips. My hand feels up her stomach until it reaches her breast, squeezing it softly as I begin kissing the back of her neck. She curls closer to me, her naked skin feeling almost inseparable from mine. I trace the valley between her breasts, trying to reach between her legs. I just need her, to start my morning in the best way possible. I feel her wetness coating her core, her clit feeling like it is throbbing as I rub it with the tip of my finger. Fuck it, I need to feel her around me.

I turn her around, getting under the covers. I spread her legs and place them over my shoulders, tracing her pussy lightly. "Good morning, princess." I whisper before I dip my tongue inside her. I run my tongue in circles as her body begins to react to my touch. She tastes amazing, her juices making my taste buds tingle. I bring my mouth to her clit, sucking greedily at her throbbing nub. I bite on it, moving my teeth along it as she groans in pleasure. She spreads her legs more for me, her hand lowering and tangling in my curls. "I love waking up to this." She mumbles, making me smirk against her pussy. I push one finger inside her, pumping slowly as I flick my tongue against her clit. "Oh fuck, this feels so good." She almost screams, stroking my hair. I decide to treat her today, so I give her more of what she wants. I push 2 fingers inside her, pumping them upwards and reaching for her spot. My hand is coated with her wetness as I move my knuckles inside her, curling my fingers on her spot. She whimpers and moves her hips, so I simply press my tongue on her clit and let her set the rhythm, pleasure herself while she is using my face. "Baby, I am so close." She arches her back, pulling at my hair. I move my fingers faster in and out of her, replacing my lips with my thumb as I climb up towards her to kiss her lips; I love muffling her as she cums. I still move my fingers as she bites my lip, trying to make her orgasm last longer. "Fuck, I love it when you are not on tour..." She pants, stroking my face as she smiles at me. "I love treating you, princess." I reply. She coos, leaning in for a kiss. "But don't get too accustomed to that. After the party, daddy gets what he wants." I warn her, giving her ass a slap. "Right, the party..." She sighs. "What's the sigh for?" I ask, laying on my side and bringing her to my chest. I place a kiss on the top of her head and stroke her arm. "I don't know, I just... I am not really feeling it, to be honest." She replies. "Why baby? You were so excited about it a week ago when we were picking costumes." I try to reason with her. "I was picking my costume. You haven't even revealed what you are going dressed as at the party." She whines and I laugh. "Oh, is this why?" I ask, chuckling. "No... I just... I feel that your friends still look at me as the girl that cheated on her boyfriend with you consequently for months. I don't think they like me much." She replies, resting her head on my chest. "Baby, they love you. Yes, in the beginning, they were a little skeptical about our relationship, but they realized that you love me and I love you and there is no one else in this relationship than you and me." I try to assure her. "I really hope they do." She sighs. "Is my princess insecure?" I gasp, tilting her head to look me in the eyes. "No..." She purrs as I flip her on her back and pin her to the mattress. She looks at me surprised as I lean down to kiss her. "You have to leave for the meeting." She moans as I part from her lips a little. "I can call in sick." "Yeah, and then show up at the party... Such a believable excuse." She sasses. "Stop being such a smart ass." I groan as she pushes me away from her giggling. "You love me being a smart ass. Now go. I have to take Petunia for a walk and you'd better let me get ready before she pees the carpets." She giggles, picking up her shirt from the floor. I stare at her as she walks into the bathroom, taking in her figure and stroll; man, I adore this woman.

(Y/N's POV) "Hello, officer..." I purr as I approach Luke by the drinks table. "Hello, Ms. Ivy..." He replies, placing a hand behind my head. "Mind handing me one too?" I ask, referring to the bottle of beer in his hand. "Sure..." He chuckles and stretches over to grab a beer. I bite my lip and slap his ass making him jump a little. "I love your confidence..." He says, handing me the bottle. "But you are going to pay for that..." He leans down and whispers in my ear, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer. "I can't wait, officer." I tease him, smiling brightly.

"You two look so cute together. Luke is such a sweet and caring boyfriend." Crystal commends, smiling at us as she mixes a drink for herself. "He is..." I reply, leaning in to kiss him. She smiles at us before she walks away with her drink. "If walls could talk..." Luke chuckles. "You would fall from grace..." I reply. "Just me?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow. "You are the one punishing me..." "You are the one being bad." He argues. "Arrest me if I am bad, officer." I provoke him. Luke's face tenses, his jaw moving from side to side. He grabs the cuffs from his belt and brings my hands behind my back, cuffing them together. "I didn't mean here..." I protest. "You are not the one to make the rules, are you?" He asks, nudging me to walk forward. I feel like everyone in the party is looking at us; I bet they weren't expecting to see a handcuffed Poison Ivy and a cop guiding her across the house. Calum raises his red cup at us, winking at the both of us. I put good money on the fact that my face is beet red by now. "Luke, everyone is looking at us..." I whisper, earning a chuckle from him. "They are just admiring how sexy you look with red hair." He whispers, kissing my neck.

He pulls me into a room on the first floor, shutting the door the moment we are in. "What do you have in mind?" I ask. "I think you know, babygirl." He snickers, kneeling down in front of me and toying with the leaves of my dress. "We are in Calum's house." I protest, but by every touch of his, I fall further into a trance. "Please, you think CalPal and his girl haven't fucked in our house?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Ok, but please, be fast... Anyone can walk in on us." I plead. "Princess, I am going to take my fucking time with you." He growls, standing up and picking me up against the wall along with him. I wrap my legs tightly around him to support my body as he pins me on the wall. But he suddenly changes his mind and carries me to the bed, forcefully shoving me into my knees. "Don't fall forward, princess." He hisses, raising my dress a bit as he unzips his pants. His free hand reaches for my underwear, only releasing a gasp when he realizes I am not wearing any. "I fucking adore you." He growls in my ear, pulling at my wig. "Baby, please, don't mess with my wig." I mumble, but he slaps my ass forcefully. He thrusts inside me, slowly, making me feel every inch of his glorious cock. I buck my hips up a little, surprised by the thrust. "Why are you moving, princess?" He asks; I can hear his smirk in his voice. He moves his hips slowly, aiming in making me break. I lean my head on his shoulder and moan his name lowly, knowing that this will bring goosebumps to his skin. His arm wraps around my waist, his fingertips finding the naked spot of the costume. "I love you so much as a cop... I wonder if you are going to keep this..." I moan, bringing my lips to his neck. "Want me to, princess?" He asks, pounding in me. I gasp loudly, trying to grab at his shirt, or anything, to keep him close to me. "Yes, daddy. Please. It turns me on so badly, thinking of you, placing me over your knee and spanking my ass, while wearing that costume." I whimper. "Then, I'll keep it." He says, slamming his hips on my ass. I scream as he does, his tip throbbing against my spot. "This is so hot... Fucking in a house that's not ours, anyone possibly walking in on us." I moan; I hear Luke's breathing become rapid, his fingers digging in my skin as he holds me steady while he fucks me. If anyone was to see us, they would think he hates me.

But I've never felt more loved. "You are driving me insane, babygirl." He rasps, his voice groggy. "I love you." I whisper, my lips tracing his skin as I mouth the words. "I love you." He replies, thrusting deeply in me. I feel my legs become weak, about to give up on me. "I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours..." He whispers. "Please, let me have my orgasm..." I plead. "Of course, princess... You've been such a good girl for me tonight." He replies. I curl my toes in my shoes, feeling my face tense up as he slams his throbbing cock inside me, hitting my spot furiously and repeatedly.

I cum around him, crying out in pleasure as his hips ground on me. Before I could catch my breath, he turns me around and pushes me on the floor, stroking his cock in front of my face. I open my mouth for him, leaning forward to take him into my mouth. I suck my cheeks in, swirling my tongue along his length as I look at him through my lashes. I watch him stare at me in pure lust, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink and his breathing become hissing. "Fuck..." He growls as he cums in my mouth, shooting his seed down my throat. He takes his cock out of my mouth, tapping it on my lips a couple of times as we try to catch our breath. I lick my lips, smiling at him, panting as my high hasn't subsided yet. "You look so fucking hot like that..." He breathes out as he fixes himself up and kneels down to unlock the cuffs. "Thank you, daddy." I giggle, wrapping my hand around my wrist and rubbing the mark the metal left. He smiles and grabs my wrists, moving his thumb soothingly on the marks imprinted on them. He leans in and leaves a peck on my forehead, humming as we stay in silence for a moment. He looks in my eyes, his expression changing to a sweet and loving one. "I want to marry you." He says, his eyes bright with hope.

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